Whu you miss somthing even when you do not have it
A thing of the past
it was never meant to last
Special moments that weren't there
are still cherished with tender care.
While the heart rests the mind thinks
Remembers and recalls the past links,
There has to be something so that it can be missed
Then why is that the nothing is so missed.
it was never meant to last
Special moments that weren't there
are still cherished with tender care.
While the heart rests the mind thinks
Remembers and recalls the past links,
There has to be something so that it can be missed
Then why is that the nothing is so missed.
4 Comments:
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Thats such a lovely poem...in sync with my Lost Sundays...
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maybe it's bcause we secretly or even subconciously yearn for them that we miss them. i think everybody experience them.
whatever da case may be, very well written.
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