Crazy for Him
When I say I miss him,
You wouldn’t understand.
I see his face on everyone
With his eye color or quick walk.
To say what I wouldn’t give
To be back in his presence,
Well,
That’s between God and I.
But my heart doesn’t beat
Without a thought of him.
Its gets so bad sometimes,
He pisses me off when he,
Then he invades my dreams- a lie
Concocted by my subconscious
Or,
A bug planted from his hugs.
Never will I know.
But darn him.
I miss him.
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