I still think of you,
when I see the moon rise and when I see the rain falls,
I still want you,
when I see you walking side by and still hoping that you will say hi,
I still miss you,
when I see our little pictures dangling on the wall,and always near to fall,
I still see you
but not really you, just an illusion of you and I, dancing there up high.
©zaainab
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