DROPPING A LINE
Just as our friendship had started to grow.
It seems away it; you would throw.
I still remember the first thing you said to me,
The first time we talked.
You said; "I've been touched by an angel"
Now out of my life,
you seem to have walked.
The last thing you said to me was;
Sometime, drop me a line."
Now for your presence,
I'm left to pine.
You were my everyday distraction,
from a life hard to bare.
Now, I'm lost,
because you're no longer there.
Were the words you wrote for and to me,
Just a lies?
Lies meant only for my eyes.
One final thing I have to say;
"__________________"
I sure do miss you today.
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