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i miss his touch
i miss his smile
i miss his 'love'
i miss his eyes
i miss his mouth
i miss his smell
i miss his hands
i miss his hair
i miss his presence
i miss his attitude
i miss his car
i miss his kiss
i miss his hug
i miss his warmth
i miss me before i met him .
I wish i could forget you
take all that pain and happiness that you brought me and just throw it away
i cant stand the very thought of you
it hurts to know that you never truly felt the same
feeling being just a lie to get your way
i wish i never met you
i wish it could all disappear
i wish the pain of you would evaporate just like my trust i had in you
i wish i could stop crying and having hope that you'll change your mind one day
i wish it would get easier
i wish i was free
but you cant change the past
but the past changed me.
You make make feel so wrong
Even when I feel so right
You always take the best of me
whenever were apart
I wait on you, to see your face
Hoping one day you'll want the same
Even though I know it will never be
You still take the very best of me
It feels so wrong, but yet it feels so right
So I'm holding on to that one special night
When he returns and holds me tight
We'll be together and it'll feel just right
Relish the time and moments you have together
For not even the moon and tides truly
know how long they have with each other
They just take one pull and wave at a time
Never being able to touch but always
knowing they are connected
Feelings.
Such misunderstood things
I feel so much when I'm with you.
What kind of feelings? -I don't know?
I cant explain things that I don't understand
I recognize a few feelings like joy and fear and hope
But there are a few feelings I am new to.
Feelings that make me want to draw close to you even when I'm mad at you
Feelings that allow me to be so happy I just laugh at the feeling
As I look back on all the times we spend together I cant help but wonder
Wonder the what-ifs
What-if it ends.
Then I am brought to feel sadness, nervousness, and self doubt
Feelings they can be so misunderstood.
Feelings they control my life.
Because feelings are what I'm made of.
Misunderstood.

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