To the Girl of Grade Four
I miss you
'Cause you're never here
I stare into an abyss
I fear it's getting near
I'd never ask of you to stay
Though I wish that you'd want to
Perchance, if you do not
I'm satisfied with being blue
Your infrequent presence is enough
I could scarcely hope for more
It almost satiates me fully
But not as much as before
It's getting harder to write this
Because I have so little to say
Just that 'I miss you, I care
And I wish you weren't away.'
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
عشوائيThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
