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This was just a piece I wrote up one lonely night, my mind was wandering. Even though these moods are difficult to deal with, I often find my most favorite poems come from it.

You tell me you love me.
You say it everyday.
What happened to make you push me away?
I’ve made my mistakes.
I’ve traveled my miles.
I had never felt like I do with you.
Tonight, as I stare at the moon.
You’re the only thought.
You may not be here.
But my heart still beats.
Every second.
For you.