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By veingo

I want what I miss,

I miss what I want,
and
you're the only one
who knows what it is.

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Published on Sunday, September 21, 2008. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "1"

A former member wrote: feels lonesome to me. but i tend to read things that way. thank you for your entry.
A former member wrote: Screw them then my friend. :) **hugs**
A former member wrote: Damn those who know what it is and don't give it up. This is lovely =)
On Saturday, December 13, 2008, Leith Plunkett (237) wrote:

6 lines of pure depth and pleading. Says way more than the lines portray. Awesome piece
A former member wrote: what is it now
On Thursday, October 9, 2008, Lylani (112) wrote:

Perfectly simply expressed, if only it was so simple to fill that void.
On Wednesday, October 1, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (357) wrote:

The gap that we feel but only they know exactly what it is. But maybe they don't even know, they just are the only ones capable of completing us. As if, in falling in love we allowed them to break us a little, with a shape unique to them, and from then on we are only complete when it is filled. Some of us have more holes than others.
On Sunday, September 21, 2008, Narcissa (391) wrote:

This feeling I think we all know...and only he/she can fulfill it...damn you hit a sore spot.
A former member wrote: *sighs* if i could properly say what this makes me feel i wondered be wiping my eyes right now. perfect mr. magician
On Sunday, September 21, 2008, dark faery (28) wrote:

I can relate to this great write
On Sunday, September 21, 2008, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

This is every thing I want to say, crystalized. Wish I could say it this easily. I always stutter when it comes to this kind of thing. Damn you for writing this. Hits too close.
A former member wrote: i agree with everything sharon said. *hugs*
A former member wrote: :( I'm so glad to see you writing again and I love the absolute simplicity of this and of most of what you write: so many meanings buried in the simplest words. But....you make me worried at the same time. One of the problems with being friends with a poet you like: when they write their sadness, you worry about them.
On Sunday, September 21, 2008, PassionateDarkDesire (28) wrote:

short, simple...and to the point. I like it.