Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 21, 2023

I Miss You More

 As time passes before me,

while watching the sun rise, 

your voice can be heard 

even though its frozen in time. 


I imagined us young, running

hand in hand through the sand,

feeling the warmth of the sun 

as if our love had demands. 


I promised forever 

beyond this early time, 

that i would always  love you

and you would always be mine.

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