Miss Poems - Poems about Miss

songer.co/song/epzclpaimyh9s5cai9h5ub15 [Verse 1] I cried in the kitchen, you looked through me I asked for your heart, you gave me your need I stayed through the silence, through cold and pretend But love isn’t love when it won’t let you in [Pre-Chorus] I held it together, threadbare and torn You only looked up once the feeling was gone [Chorus] You miss me now, but you...

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You stand with your suitcase like a buoy, bright, bobbing in the shallows, and I am the pier— rooted, barnacled, smelling of old salt and rope. You tell me you’ll stay if I keep my hands wrapped round your ankles, but I know the tide you carry in your ribs. Even on windless days it pounds against my palms, shouting for the open mouth...

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I cradle you in both hands— the cup is hotter than the blood in me. I sip until my tongue blisters, as if pain is the only proof that I can still be filled. The table is a witness— its pale skin bruises under you. You leave your halo of tannin, a brown eclipse widening, seeping into the grain like rot that knows my...

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I'll hold the fort down while you're gone And while you are I'll carry on But know that you'll be thought about And thought about and thought about Your spot on stage though be it near Won't be the same unless your here For no one cheese and bread I'll bring Until when you come back to sing...

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I'm looking for you in bits and pieces In someone's height, in someone's face In someone's cry and in someone's grace I crave your trace This never ending yearning won't stop till I find The one that I can finally call mine I tend to push my heart into believing That guy is the one, That guy might be the...

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I'm missing you all over again And it's not because you gave me hope It's not because I love you more now I miss you every day, especially at night And it's because I gave myself hope Because I saw you, now I see you everywhere ...

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I broke a promise today. Hid myself in the folds of the room, corners that don’t echo your name. Secrets settled in the walls— old love, still breathing beside me. Nothing cuts deeper than hearing you name what you want from me— like I’m clay you keep trying to soften. And nothing feels smaller than the shape of a hand held out begging. This… Right here… Isn’t. Thoughts unsaid are just actions undone....

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Woke on the wrong side — a restless bed, skin warm like summer sun, a stomach twisting softly, aching with quiet longing. Trying to taste the day — flavors fall away, waiting for evening’s slow light to open the door again. Sadness lingers — a gentle ghost inside, her voice soft in the silence, a shadow I hold close. I reach — to touch the place where I feel whole, hold...

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Nothing beats the summer breeze The memories of the ones who leave Lotus flowers smile at me Saying this will pass, you’ll come to see Walking in a forest with my shoes in my bag Wishing I were leaving the town that I have The year is almost over, and I’m still lying on the grass The...

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Empty, Barren ribcage- Hollow in your absence. Rhythmic echoes of a love lost. No tenant could compare to you, my love. In vain, I try to fill the void. Dusty room, in ruins- Cobwebs take hold. Empty. Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Written 8/3/25...

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I'll dream about you baby I promise you that much It seems that that's the only way I'll get to feel your touch A kiss upon your picture Is not a kiss that's shared I don't hug you by hugging My Vermont Teddy Bear...

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I thought perhaps you'd gone away I looked for you the other day I thought about what I should do I didn't want to message you I thought you'd call but after 4 I knew you wouldn't anymore I thought, I'll put away my phone Then longed for you that night, alone...

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Your divorcing words rip at me. Like a callous young boy who tears the wings off of a butterfly, then throw Its butchered body into the air and yells "fly". Although I still my my limbs my days and nights are no longer beautiful....

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If you want her to merch you? You’ve got to earn it. She doesn’t just wear your shirt, on her it’s a perfect fit. Little Miss Tour Merch, she’s your top street promoter. Little Miss Tour Merch, she’s your biggest supporter. No desire to be a roadie, or follow you to the bedroom. She doesn’t just steal your shirt, she inspired the...

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The cage creaks upward. The ancient Otis, ascends slowly from a first floor past. He dreams on... Outside the remembered apartment the fat round nipple of the doorbell reminds him of her - Rosy Holroyd, who once, without being asked, shoved one of her large **** into his mouth. He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb, imagines her undressing, getting those ample bosoms warmed up. No response...

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