I MISS YOU.
THE WAY YOU MAKE ME LAUGH.
I MISS THE WAY YOU TREAT ME I MISS YOUR LIPS.
I MISS THE WAY YOU ACT I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
I MISS THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL AROUND YOU.
I MISS THE LOVE YOU GAVE ME.
I MISS THAT I CANT EVER SEE YOU.
I MISS THAT WE COULD HARDLY TALK TO EACH OTHER.
I JUST MISS HEARING YOUR VOICE ON THE PHONE
AND HOW YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME
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5 comments:
Kayla,
I like your poem - see it isn't as hard as you think.
Lesli
thankx it was kinda hard to write about him because i love him so much
hey i know how it feels to miss some one.I miss my ex so much.
we had a lot of fun. So i hope that when you get out you will want to see him more.
Love Bri
well you know men come an go but this one was specail
cool poem.
kristell
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