I miss your smile,
but what can I say.
Like innocent youth,
it has gone away.
It seems that good,
should last forever.
To be a comfort enjoyed,
embraced whenever.
There are days like these,
when pain is abound.
When rest and comfort,
are nowhere to be found.
I should not dwell upon the past,
it is this torment that forever will last.
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It seems that good, should last forever. so true... so true. this has good flow. PYT