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POEM: I MISS I MISS I miss the quiet times when words didn’t have to be spoken The day in the garden when you told me I could hold your hand is on my mind The rain was falling lightly reflecting the heaviness in our hearts. I miss the sound of your voice, it is as memorable as the first time I saw the ocean I miss your hands, your soft, gentle hands Your hands spoke more with one touch than any poem. One great love is irreplaceable But when damaged, when torn, when taken for granted It seems it cannot be replaced; and all that remains is coldness and uncertainty and the ice of betrayal There is a place between anger and hurt were sadness prevails The cold winter wind that exists only in a broken heart While the desire to reconcile pleads, The wind overcomes me…over and over…and it leaves. I will continue, although life will feel somewhat less I think you started to love me too late I miss your eyes, the way they looked before the garden The wind still blows me…over and over… again and again. 
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4/11/2006 4:35 pm |
tats a very "miss" feeling u have there  I always suggest action speaks louder than words. Got it?
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Heavy mind, heavy thought, heavy miss. The broken mirror is hard to mend toghther, unless there's miracle. Sometimes miracle does exist.
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4/29/2006 5:15 am |
I love poems also write them to,and like say i enjoyed yours very much,
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