A Little Angry

What have you done to me?
I miss my poems!
But when I need to say that I love you,
I tell you so. And I don't need a medium
Except a kiss, a cuddle...
When I'm blue
I'm crying all my tears in front of you.
And I don't need another pair of rhymes
To tell you how I'm lonely in my bed.
I miss you when I'm stretching out my hand,
And how my heart breaks during our good-byes...
So where did all the poetry go to?
Not bothered, honey...
But I wish I knew!


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