The Miss

The Miss short poem

Photo by samantha celera

From dawn till dusk
The clock ticked on
One little talk is all i want;
Patience had become my enemy
Without you I seemed all empty;
The smile on your face did win my heart
Cause you are the one I cherished so far;
Thinking of you I float away
Beyond stars and moon and somewhere in space ;
No bars no cell can hold you away
The thought of you is all i care ;
The pretty voice from your lips
Gives my heart a reason to beat;
Thought of you pushing me away
Slumbers my heart into pain ;
I miss you so much, remember it
Coz nothing else matters besides you and me.
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