I miss
I miss
I miss
I miss your warm touch...
I miss you holding
I miss you being you
and me being me
me with you
I miss
I miss...
I miss making memories
your everything
combined with my nothing
Us
I miss
I miss
I miss
I miss
You. I miss You.
Simply because you are you.
I originally planned on posting parts of a very heavy screenplay titled "In the Dark," based on my days in the Army, but erred on the side of caution, because this is academia after all. So, instead I went with this edited version of Belle, a love poem. Even though it is the short version, I believe the brokenness of the protagonist manages to come across.
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