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Susan K. Rowse

I Don't Miss you...and That's a Fact

I can say that I don't miss you...
But that would be a lie...
My life is void of meaning
When all I do is cry.
When your memory stands to greet me...
And tickle thoughts that dwell
I say that I don't miss you...
But I know I'll go to hell
For to lie to self is silly
It harbors vacancies
Left alone...so willy nilly
No smile of consistency
I say I can forget you...
But to think this is to lie...
It goes with I don't miss you..
And punctuated sighs
I can live and breath without you
Think I can...but know the worse
Is trying to forget you
Its like an evil curse
So I think I'll try to keep you
Regardless of this pain
For to lie to me is senseless
And repeats this inane bain
So I miss you don't you get it
And I long to have you back
I miss you dayum it, miss you
That's a tolerated fact!