A miss that I miss
I miss her and I confess,
something I did and I am mess.
I miss her voice
and she's my only choice.
I miss the days we walk
and had a long talk.
I miss the way she laugh
till' she have a cough.
why I kept myself in denying,
without even trying.
Something that I've missed,
that I can't even resist.
I missed to say that I love her,
and I'm willing to take all the risk.
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