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What I miss

The time is here for me to say I miss you each and every day I miss your smell I miss your touch I miss your nose I miss your kiss so much I miss your skin the soft gentle touch I have to say I miss you so much I miss your taste I miss your hair I miss you little cuteness I miss the way your hair smells at night as you lay on my chest drifting deep deep into the night I miss your laugh I miss your smile I miss everything deeper than a mile I miss your heart I miss your soul I miss how you made life completely undul I miss your body I miss your brain I can speak till I'm blue in the face and never know where to begin because I miss every single piece of you from The Way You Walk The Way You dance the way you shake your butt when you boogie in the kitchen when you're being a goofball with the kids I missed your lips I miss your eyes and guess what here's another surprise,, I miss you. Now as I drift off away ending this poem not knowing what to say before I start to weary and cry I just want you to know this is not a lie I miss you more than you'll ever know. But to end this poem in a happy thought and it's something that I've never forgot and that's how much I miss you
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Written on January 05, 2023

Submitted by donswanson39 on January 10, 2023

Modified on March 14, 2023

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