What love does to you and what you do with love


Sometimes

Offoh!
Do I miss you
Or is it your words
Ah! May be your voice
Just may be your manner
And disposition
My master story teller

May be I just plain miss you
My Dreamer and
My dream catcher

I miss the silence
Between the words
I miss the breaths
That escape with your voice

And if I just said that I miss you
Please know it is your hands
That reach out for me first
That I miss the most






Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-08-21 at 18:16

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Yes, very good write. Well done.
2017-08-22


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
oh, this is lovely!
2017-08-22


Ashe
This is so beautiful! How can you not miss a person like that?
Ashe
2017-08-21