At AllA Poem by TaraNicoleA poem of the broken-hearted type
I think of you
Not occasionally but often And occasionally I wish That I didn't think of you At all. Wish I didn't want to see you Wish I didn't want you to call Wish I didn't miss your touch Wish you weren't my wanderwall. But you are and I do. I miss everything about you. Talking for an hour or two Touching for a night or a few. Everything I said was true. And it's true, That I wish I didn't miss you At all. © 2023 TaraNicoleAuthor's Note
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Added on June 14, 2023 Last Updated on June 14, 2023 AuthorTaraNicoleOwensboro , KYAboutI am a day dreamer and a night thinker.. I pretend to be brave & fearless, in truth, I am afraid of my own thoughts..of knowing and of not knowing.. of everything and of nothing... i get lost in the s.. more..Writing
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