Missing you,
I missed a part of me
I shared with you
that's now gone.
Missing you,
when really,
it was the way you made me feel
and the things you made us do.
Missing you
I shouldn't be.
But I can't help missing
who I was with you.
Missing you,
I missed
and missed so much of the world
and wasn't even missed in return.
Missing you I shouldn't be. But I can't help missing who I was with you. a very well expressed poem of love, breaking up, the pain, the suffering, the illusion, love is always a mystery. th ank you for this beautiful poem . tony
Good1, keep it up, try to compose it in rhymes, it would add charm to your compositions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done. Rhymes are not always necessary and some poems are better without. Better no rhymes than ones that seem forced.
Thank you, Kim. I definitely agree with you.