I miss you love
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I keep trying to find a way to write this
Can I call you beautiful angel
I bet you're hurting
You don't like poetry
Then why has your words sewn me
Back to the way I was
You think you have to fight
Do you remember that night?
When you and I lay on that couch,
That couch with stains from different nights,
And you said you’d never live my side,
Come rain come shine?
You are a cigarette
I crave you so very often
You fill up my lungs and leave my head dizzy
Once I've gotten my buzz
I breathe you out and watch you dance away with the wind
always left wanting more