Lacklustre Thoughts Poem by Angry Brownbear

Your absence always lingers me
Your presence always lit me
Thoughts of you is countless
I'm goanna bring you the priceless
But you always say to me nevertheless
I just want to be around you
‘m not a flower to have aroma
But I may bring fragrance in you.

Absence of day is night
Absence of warm is cold
Absence of good is bad
Absence of god is evil
Absence of kind is mean
Absence of melody is noise
Absence of sweet is sour
Absece of all doesn't mean anything than,
presence of you is everything to me.