i seriously write these poems by myself:
i'm missing you already
you're simply a memory
silence in a crowded room
that's calling out to me
a distant cry inside of my heart
always tracks me down
it will never want to part
it will never let me down
thorns of emotion
sting me everyday
they remind me of you
and tell me to stay
tears of sweet hope
run down my young face
they sing to me softly
and show me your face
sorrow fills my empty soul
and tuck me in at night
it fills my room with silent screams
and holds on to me tight
my heart has only one love
one love to give
pure as the feathers of a dove
pure as the way we all shall live
Haliiee ann Community Member 
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