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Sometimes I miss you, I feel lost at times, wandering,
searching,seeking... What I do not know...yes; I do, sometimes we lie to ourselves to protect our hearts, mine has been battered, bruised, healed, restored. But it aches..it wants...it needs...it misses As I sleep I dream that you are there, I can feel you touching me, holding me tight, reaching to hold me in the middle of the night. I wake and reach for you but you aren't there and my heart weeps and wishes........ |
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hey there brokenheart74 That is a nice poem that you wrote and that is
a good one right down to the heart |
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{{{{{{{{{{{{brokenheart}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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