I Miss You
I miss the way you used to hold my hand, I your heart.
I miss you so much now that we're apart.
I miss your touch, your warm embrace.
I miss your eyes, your face.
I miss the way you'd look at me.
I miss the time that used to be.
I miss your smile, I miss holding hands.
I miss you knowing, I wish you'd understand.
I miss knowing where you are.
I miss being happy, I miss feeling warm.
I miss being held in your open arms.
But when you decided to break my heart.
Now I know, I must have missed that part.
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