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Mar 2017
Here with me yet so far away from me
And
I miss you,
I miss the old you,
The old you
Who always cared
For me,
And
Always had time
For me,
The old you
Who would sacrifice
His time
To check
If I’m well or unwell,
The old you
Who used to wake me up
With the smell
Of red roses
And
Breakfast in bed,
I miss the man
Who would always bring
A smile to my face
Every morning
When I wake up,
The man who always
Brought joy
To my heart
Not this one
Who brings anger
Bitterness
And
Misery,
I miss you
I miss the old you,
Remember all those
Late nights,
Touring,
Spending time together,
Those days
We used to laugh
Till I shed tears of joy
Now
All thatΒ Β I know
Is tears of agony,
I miss you
I miss the old you
Give me those tears
Of joy
You once gave me
In time
Why has it become
So hard,
Bring me back
The
Sweet and innocent
Man
I know and love
I can’t stand this reminiscent
Anymore
Its torture
Taetso Tshegofatso Makutu
Written by
Taetso Tshegofatso Makutu  Nelspruit ,south Africa
(Nelspruit ,south Africa)   
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