How could I miss you,
When I'm not even supposed to?
When thinking of you,
Feels like drowning in the ocean of my blues,
And as each day goes by,
The more I feel like to cry.
The waves of emotions so high,
Engulfing me with thoughts of thy.
Angles are the soldiers of my head,
To let the demons of your thoughts bleed red.
To kill the memories haunting me dead,
I see then fighting for each tear I shed.
But I wonder sometimes
Does my name ever cross your mind?
Do you regret your actions unkind?
And all the feelings you left behind?
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Wow so deep emotion. Love the tone of this poem.
Absolutely beautiful. It makes me think back on those who've left me behind, wondering if they ever stop to think about how I felt and what they may have lost.