| An odd conundrum of sorts, I suppose Nostalgia following nostolgic thoughts After months of this sad heart being fraught And my mind thinking thoughts nobody knows But, here's my heart, not missing you as much Finding peace and solace in our contrasts And the memory of your touch has passed Yet, oddly, I miss the thought of your touch Depressed in joy, a paradox am I Moving on, looking back into the mist Missing missing you; missing what I missed Though I've moved on, you're with me by and by Missing missing you is a mystery But, I suppose that's how I'll always be.....  |
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