The minutes pass by, people come and go. My eyes are alert, looking for signs of you. But I wait, and disappointed do I grow When I understand that today, I am doomed to keep missing you.
The minutes pass by, people come and go. My eyes are alert, looking for signs of you. But I wait, and disappointed do I grow When I understand that today, I am doomed to keep missing you.
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The title lured me in but the poem made me stay! Well written! 💫
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Thank you so much 🙂
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