Things I Miss
Everytime I hear your voice,
The times I've touched your skin.
The feeling of having forever,
grasping it in my hands.
We have the greatest plan.
To grow old together, forever
hand in hand.
Our love carries us on.
No matter how hard.
They say if we can make it through this.
Then we can make it through every other day.
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