My heart hurts,
I miss you so much.
When will I learn,
To not imagine your touch.
To not feel your pain.
To forget your face.
To forget your voice.
To forget your smile.
When will I learn,
To not dream of you every night.
To not think of you when I wake.
To forget your eyes.
To forget your charm.
To forget your smile.
Oh when will I learn?
Because my heart is in pain.
I miss you so much.
But I can not refrain.
Because I should not miss you this much.
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Madison B.
I love to write stories! I ❤ music (TOP, GD, MCR, SD, SWS, BVB, PTV, MIW, P!ATD, FAB, GS, B-182, FIR, ATL, MP, AY), the MCU, & animals. I hope u enjoy my stories and poems as much as I do! Have a great day! :)
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Beautiful poem.