Missing Years. Poem by peggy star
Missing Years.
I cant stop from thinking
about what you would be like.
I look at your picture on the wall
cos your face has gone from my mind,
a lonely tear goes down my face.
Would you be tall, dark and handsome
i smile and wounder to myself.
What would you doing now?
Enjoying every moment im sure.
For only you hold the answers to my thoughts
sitting up there apon your cloud.
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5/16/2024 8:54:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifuly written piece Peggy....thank you