The Missing
I look into my reflection hoping to find her lost looking for her way
back home.
All I see is a stranger in a familiar body.
She hears me cry out to save me from my wounds, for her to
convince me not to jump the gun.
She tells me not to turn my back on my life.
I know she wants me to be strong and hold onto my life with a
deathly grip.
She tells me to live it up until I die, don't look behind only look
forward.
All is lost love, happiness, feeling alive. Numbness sets in my
mind and body.
No feeling, no control, no will.
If she'd return she'd strengthen my weaknesses, she'd hold my hand,
she'd show me the youth I forgot.
She was stronger than I she never wished to die, even when the seas
were about to wash her away she'd say,
"Surfs up", to the tusnami coming her way.
Will she return or is she on a permanent vacation of youthful
adventure?
She was always my better half, so sweet and innocent. Now darkness
has covered me, it's swallowed me inside.
Will her brightness save me, or will she be forever missing? The
missing.
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