The Missing

September 14, 2011
When I'm alone,
I think of you.
the thoughts of us together crowed in my poor little mind, then i cry.
There's a half of my heart, its missing and broken..everything i do reminds me of you. Caught at the wrong moment and the time our love would have never survived. When that missing piece of my heart starts to ache with pain, i shriek out in agony cause it's too much to bare, oh how the memories of you haunt me, wishing you were here just so i could have told you one more time that I loved you, But your gone an there's nothing i can do...I miss you

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