I Miss You
I miss the touch of your blond hair when the sun shines through cotton candy clouds.
The long sweeping grass doesn't feel the same anymore,
It's stories don't make me smile like you do.
The day tickles the trees, only to tell them of flowers growing in open fields.
None as pretty as the ones I get from you.
And as night falls, the stars dance across painted skies of blue and black.
They don't search for acceptance, only bliss,
Which rolls off the mountain tops into hidden streams
Rushing to reach undecided ends.
But when the water runs thin, I will catch those last rain drops
Just as you have caught me in this tangled web.
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