Category : Poems

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I miss her even when I sleep, 
I miss feeling her sweet goodnight kiss,
And her lips on my forehead that made 
My heart spin around her glance.

 I miss her when I drink coffee, 
Amd when I see that her place 
In the kitchen is empty, 
It leaves a void in my heart, in my life, 
In my cup, in my dreams, on my lips,
In my chest, even in my breath sometimes. 

Her memories come back, 
But she never comes back to me. 
 Her voice feels like an echo,
 But I will never be able to touch her lips again.

I miss her so much,
That even my blood dries.
 I miss her so much, 
That even my bones break one by one.

The sound of my tears,
 Is the sound of my longing for her.  
The sound of her silence,
 Is the sound of my dead soul.