Gift

by Nicollo Machiavelli   Aug 29, 2017


Here to write you,
Yet another letter.
Everyday you're missed.
I Wish to pick you up,
To give you a kiss.
These letters I leave behind
is my only connection to you.
Here I lay in bed
Hurt,
yearning for you.
My greatest mistake
Was deciding to
Not have you.
If only I knew how bad
this would make me feel later.
I live everyday knowing
What I missed.
You should've been
My greatest gift.
But instead at times
I feel dead.
I could go on forever,
With this write.
But until next time,
I'll end it saying
I love you.

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  • 1 month ago

    by mossgirl19

    Bittersweet... I feel the longing and pain in this write.

  • 1 month ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

    Nice poem! So showy of love's woos...I liked your poem...would you like mine too? Pls post a comment on any of my poems...have a nice day! :)

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