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I miss the way you looked at me,
the way you held my hand.
I miss the way you talked to me,
the way you would understand.
I miss that cute face of yours,
the way you smiled so sweet.
I missed the way you would call me up,
your name on the caller-ID.
I miss everything about it,
the caring things you would do.
I miss everything we had,
but what I really miss is you.



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AprilBlue said...
Jun. 8, 2010 at 6:03 pm:

This is totally how I felt, in fourth grade, lol :)

Except for the part about holding hands and calling. Very interesting poem, I love it. Especially because it's SUPER relatable for me, almost uncannily. :)

 
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