Some come with aftermaths
The memories at times stored...
Because too hurtful i was ignored.
Holidays i fear...
No warm words do i hear
You might think it was your body or eyes...
Instead it was how you are so wise
I know this much to be true...
No eyes for anyone but you
Still adore you too much...
It's almost like a crutch
I don't seek, look, or care...
About anyone else out there
Heart still thinks about you...
So no one else will do
They say the next...
Should be better than the ex
That's going to be tough to beat...
You're too much of a treat
Intelligent, deep soul, artist, funny...
Mentor, best friend, gambler, sexy
Your words, that deep voice...
Fluttered my heart, no choice
I learned so much...
My mind was touched
Like no one ever before...
Influenced me to the core
Your advice, words, and thoughts...
Those are missed... lots
Just know you're missed, and why...
And that's why sometimes I still cry.
1 comment:
Rhymed couplets! Poetry! So versatile. I am so impressed with your ability to communicate. Thank you for sharing.
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