Missing her comes in tidal waves,

Yesterday I was drowning now I’m fucking surfing,

Her signature winning smile never fades,

But her big brown eyes are utterly devoid of the warmth of the said color

and tell a different story,

Her stare is blank yet so full,

Her face starved of emotion,

But at times bright like the moon,

And I need this broken down weird creature,

Sometimes I dream of myself trying to reach out for her,

But she’s nowhere near,

Just a fabricated image I’ve created.

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