Monday, November 23, 2015

Missed

Missed you for so long and now I meet you
Few moments I meet you and miss myself
Void that I cultivated and you own the way out
Your one word held back and empty hopelessness
Could miss forever, kill my hours and thats better
Missing is no joy, waiting is no fun but hope gone is story done
Things I could share with only you. A lifetime of collections
My issues with the world. Closure only when you hear
Heart overflowing. Words failing. Time stopping for you to ask
And you hold back all. You are my issue now

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