The one I miss,
is miles away from my kiss,
but what kind of love is this,
filled with unloyalty and bliss.
The one I miss
is over the edge from the cannabis,
but my love for her I can not dismiss,
like the first book of the bible Genesis.
Emotions taken for granted,
your trust is all i ever wanted,
though it can't be gained by a french kiss,
at the end of the day your still the one i miss.
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