
Friday, December 5, 2008
Missing
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to my sad song.
I miss the way you look at me,
As if I was too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your sweet voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise.
That told me what was right and wrong,
But rang in my ears for far too long.
You'd guide and mislead me through the day,
You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay.
Over things like that I had no control,
A rock set in motion will continue to roll.
Then, one day you never returned,
My tears were so hot they almost burned.
Aware now about what I lack,
But crying and mourning won't bring you back.
© Anonymous
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