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At the end of the night
When I am drifting to sleep
It is always you in my dreams

At the end of the day
When I'm down and tired
It is you who gives me life

At the end of it all
When I look back on my life
It'll be memories of you flashing by
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
I miss you with all my being
having you in my life was so freeing
I miss the looks we exchanged
I miss the love we held so close
I see lovers every where
parts of me suffocates
as I know I won’t feel that with you anymore
parts of me awaits
as I feel this might still be a bad dream
I miss you with all my being
not having you makes my life meaning
-/- less beyond anyone can imagine
“I miss you” is the only three words on my tongue these days
our love was a melody
we felt as we were one
when we touched
the time stopped
though we were long distanced in times...
we looked upon the same moon
every night
we looked upon the same sun
every morning
we were under the same sky
and we were so in love
we sang the tune of true love
what tune shall I sing...
now that death taken you away?
I always imagined myself in a beautiful white dress walking with tears of joy towards you never in a conservative black dress walking with tears of melancholy towards you.
 Feb 2020 Dinesh Padisetti
Sienna
It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.
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