I miss the laughter
I miss the sun
I miss our jokes
I miss our nights together
every night we grew closer
now I feel some have grown apart
can we go back to that time?
can we go back to that night?
I miss the smiles
I miss the games
I miss truth or dare
most importantly I miss you
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Love needs continuous nurturing to keep its bliss alive. It's like watering a plant, whenever one starts taken things for granted, stress in the bliss of love will most likely rear its ugly head. A nice piece from the heart. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.