Missing the Most
Your words flattered me more than once
it was hard to say to you, goodbye
I see little things that leads me back to you
wanting to reach out but afraid you would glare;
don't you understand the love we share
or friendship that could turn more and more
but things just wasn't the same
never knew what happened
again and again...
Playing each scene through my mind
what did I do to make you turn away
I guess what I miss the most
was our talks and wishing for more,
but life has other things in store
for people like us, just trying to decide,
what life is worth living for....
I guess what I mean by missing the most
is that little twinkle in your eye
raising your glass with lots of glee
holding to your children so tightly
crying over spilled milk
hoping for a brighter future once more....
Dear friend, its been long and its been real
blessing our hearts and hoping to die
when the sun comes up and rubbing our eyes.
we see the other has vacated our lives
so much for that, I do declare
it still hurts to know you are still there..
Missing the Most
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