Miss

by Dying Beautifully   Feb 19, 2010


Miss.
Miss you,
Miss Me.
Miss what we used to be.

Miss us,
Miss them.
Miss every single friend.

Miss hope,
Miss faith.
Hate feeling misshaped.

I'm miss,
and your hit.
Together we caused shit.

We were happy,
We were glad.
Now your gone it's all bad.

Back to being plain old miss.
Back to hoping I'll get my wish.
It's back to the beginning.
It's back to the start.

And it starts with,
Miss.

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