I've miss the rebels of haunts
And the threats of torture
The joy my youth brought
I keep missing
I miss the warmth of another
The cravings and heart burns
Of sincerity and august smiles
I miss the wakes of smiles
And beds of roses
I miss long walks and laughs
Looks of desires and lust
Holding hands and hugs
I miss crying shoulders
And listening ears
Sleep overs and pillow fights
I miss the taste of kisses
The thunder touches
And lightening moods
The late night chats
And goodnight songs
And what I wouldn't give
Just to have a piece
Of all of this
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