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stillhuman Jul 24
I see my feet tracing back
my previous steps
And I can hear my throat
choking on itself
My insides are in shamble
and I feel them all, my organs
as they tremble
and I don't understand this feeling
Just that I miss you
and that might be the meaning
I've never felt more uncomfortable with the idea of bothering you
riri Jan 25
i miss you
i miss your voice
i miss your laugh
i miss your presence

but i don't miss you in that way
i don't miss you romantically
i miss you as a person
i miss having you in my life
i wish we could at least be friends for now. we agreed to be but things are just awkward between us and it's too early to talk again i guess. maybe part of me does still have feelings for you but i'll heal from it, but i just miss you genuinely as a person.
If it isn’t my day, then tomorrow will rain
But before today, before my smile came
It’s your ray, beaming through all decay
So before today, in the land of memories is where you came.
Take me by surprise, through the water of my eyes, You lay.
Beam some joy, bring us hope that tomorrow you won’t go away.
Time is going to show us all how much we missed our fallen ones.
Mei Aug 2020
It's okay to cry alone
For some reasons why
It's okay to smile
You don't need to tell why
It's okay to miss someone
Because to miss someone
Doesn't happen once
It happens over and over
It's okay if it happens again.
alupa Aug 2020
It's not that I just think of you, every now and then,
Or that I sometimes hope that I, will see you once again.
It's not that you're the late night thought, I try to keep at bay,
Or that I wonder how you are, when I start my day.
It's not that I wish you were here, when I feel alone,
Or that I'm calling out your name, when I'm coming home.

It is that I look for you, in an empty room,
And that since you walked away, all I see is gloom.
It is that I overthink, everything you said,
And that no matter what I try, you're always in my head.
It is that everything I think, and all the things I do,
are drained and soaked and coloured black, by the loss of you.
I'm not good in sweet talks
So I say, I adore you
I can't say everything in my thoughts
So I say, I need you
Everyday and all night
In sunrise and moonlight
Every second
Every minute
Every hour
Wherever you are
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
I miss you.
fray narte Aug 2019
midnights still find me retracing the moments
that led to our thousand lakeside kisses;
they were secrets left in a summer dream.
each second — a bowline knot
leading straight to our
late night drives
and vehicle breakdowns
and last minute goodbyes
at the break of dawn.

midnights still find me sleeping
next to a shoebox of the books you left;
i still hear your voice
when i read the lines
of your favorite paragraphs
the clock hands, mocking,
leading me through a maze of
memories and parking lot conversations.

midnights still find me rewriting histories
with resin-pressed flowers,
maybe the petals will point to where
i started losing you —
and maybe it's in every direction.
the black, bold numbers have become my crumbs
leading to road trips and
to all the bus stops we missed,
now i still miss my stop
without your lips next to mine.

and midnights still find me
writing poems like these
but clearly,
you're too far off
for these words to reach.

and now, midnights still find me wanting you back.
and 'til now, midnights still find you gone.
Shammyshamsham Jul 2019
And when I die little bird,
Don't be sad, don't weep.
For I loss all my sufferings,
Im happy now Im free!
What my grandma told me during her last moments.
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