The Missing Of You Poem by FreeBird 02

The Missing Of You
--FreeBird 02



If roses were red and I were blue
Would you come and rescue me
While wiping away the tears I cry
Do to the missing of you.

If water was wine
And each sip brought me closer to you
Upon the last sip
Would you be here
Would I be there
Or would all that mattered
Be washed away?

Now time has stopped
But we do not
For our feelings are too hot
With our love growing even more
Than we did before.


March 9,2026