Its not friends, its not wealth
Its not love to be felt
The emptiness that we feel
Are often memories pulling the reel
We seek to connect and resonate
Some relations we cant contemplate
Yet they fill you with all
They make the time to stall
Its not to miss
But be missed
Tried. Still trying.
🙂
*totally in the mood of being missed*
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BEAUtiful!!! 🙂
I totally, wholeheartedly, truly, madly, deeply agree with you.
It IS to be missed!!!
Regards,
Dheera.
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