A poem to my best friend
I miss you,
when not there.
We meet later,
so our night last longer.
My heart ache,
when you cry.
Our joint journey,
made words redundant.
We observe another,
through eyes.
And I wont mind if you dont see,
how much it is you mean to me.
If one does not pay attention even with their eyes wide open they can still be blind and miss everything.
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