I miss sharing,
I miss the way your skin feels against mine.
I miss you telling me your latest news and gossip,
Then I tell you mine.
The inside story on work and other things
That bother our minds.
I miss the promise of a slow dance.
Someone to share singing a song.
Someone to appreciate the sunset,
Or help when the winter comes.
Its the small things.
Giving someone the power to destroy you.
And believing they won't ever do.
Because a broken heart is not
A easy fix, no matter how much you glue.
The pieces get smaller,
Til you find, you hand them to anyone.
And hope they wont hurt you this time.
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