Little Red Apple
Little Red Apple Poems
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I Miss You (Acrostic)
Inquisition through a short poem.
Meeting each other can't temporarily be reached
In the distance we now experience.
Something I do always desire,
Someone's voice on the phone to hear.
Yearning your voice as much as your existence.
On every dream I have, at my very glance.
Unceasing feeling that will always dance.
I dunno what I'm thinking of
It seems scary for me
I hate this thought is there in my mind
I don't understand why it is in there
It looks real for me but I don't wanna believe it
I don't even have the guts to figure it out
I want it to disappear from my thought
I've tried to ignore
Yet still this shadow be there