Better Then Me - Poem by Nicholas Abaddon
I really miss that look in your eyes
That one that seems to be holding a secret
The way you smiled over at me
I really miss your seeing your face
How could you have stayed so long?
After all the lies I used to say
And all of the things i used to do
I think it's because you are so much better than I.
I miss your touch,
so warm and full of love.
That one thing i could never tell you i had.
I'm glad you left because your better than me.
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