To miss someone brings time almost to a stand still.
To miss someone makes an hour feel like many and a day feel like a week.
To miss someone makes mornings gloomy and the nights long and cold.
To miss someone takes away energy and turns it into misery.
To miss someone heavies the heart and bruises the soul.
To miss someone creates an hate to light and befriends the dark.
To miss someone is an absence in the heart.
Which causes torture within ourselves.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
To miss someone brings time almost to a stand still.
To miss someone makes an hour feel like many and a day feel like a week.
To miss someone makes mornings gloomy and the nights long and cold.
To miss someone takes away energy and turns it into misery.
To miss someone heavies the heart and bruises the soul.
To miss someone creates an hate to light and befriends the dark.
To miss someone is an absence in the heart.
Which causes torture within ourselves.
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