I Was Thinking
How we become as one,
Thinking about how much we’ve
strung.
After all I said is done,
Its seem’s you thought it wasn’t in
the physical,
From I extended my hand to reach
and touch you
Like smoke poof you were gone…
I took a glimpse , and a picture of
you to see,
And reconcile with the feeling’s I get
When it seems you looking at me.
I heard your voice.
You show me the you care,
I pause for a minute to hear your
voice again…
It’s strung at times when I think I've
seen you,
And hear word’s, I thought you said.
I miss you right now, even
tomorrow it will be worse…
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