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Jul 29
poem
thelightb49

you've filled the missing piece of me.


Three years and not a single thing has changed.

The four seasons have passed twelve times.

We’ve grown older. 

We’ve made mistakes and got into trouble. 

But we never lost each other. 

Through everything we’ve been through we've managed to circle our way back to each other. 

Like an unbreakable force that has yet to be reckoned with. 

We’ve stood by each other in a time of need, building each other up.

We’ve gone through cycles of arguing and anger but we’ve managed to get through it all. 

But we are getting stronger, our feelings for each other are increasing. 

You claim to have fallen in love with me just by hearing my voice. 

“i love you”  is such a cliche, it is used excessively. 

But with you it’s different.

Those words come alive. 

Because with you, it means something. 

I feel a burning feeling in my throat when you say it on the phone. 

My heart throbs at the feeling of missing you. 

But I don't know what to say other than you've filled the missing piece of me. 
 
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Posted: 07.29.19
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Emma Marsh
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Jul 30, 2019

    The way you describe things here is so lovely. I especially like "The four seasons have passed twelve times." Your voice in this poem is really great, I love this!

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. thelightb49
    Jul 31, 2019

    thank you so much!<3

    Emma Marsh

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