The Oppression

January 31, 2012
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I miss having you around;
you’re gone without a sound.
You were the one who made me earthly bound.

Every song reminds me of you.
I shiver these lonely nights through.
I don’t know how I’m still making this emptiness do.

You were the sun that brightened my foggy day.
When will you back? Hopefully this time, you’ll stay.

You were my only true friend.
It slowly kills me, knowing it came to an early end.
I don’t think even a lifetime is long enough for me to mend.

When you left, I went into a slow, and painful attack;
I cried everyday wishing you’d come back.

I miss when you would kiss my forehead,
when we would lay in your bed,
and talk about anything-with nothing left unsaid.

Now you’re gone and i’m insane;
this depression has a sense of oppression - maybe i’ll see Kurt Cobain.
Sometimes, I tell myself you’re still here-like a desired stain.
Without you, things just aren’t the same.

Music is how we communicate-
though, it’s hard keeping each other up to date.
I long to give you a hug - I hate this prolonged wait.

I need to see you-you’re absence is the reason of dismay.
Please just come back one day.
I love you, is that enough for you to stay?

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