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Simply missing you by Greta Glory C.


Have to keep her hands busy, Have to focus on her turf, Yet when she glances to the glass window Your picture barred her view.

She shook the loneliness away, Stretch her arms, placed back under her chin, On this lonely seat, she shifted to the side, Trying to hold her warm tears.

Sooner the yearning will end Toss those memories to the dusk No more words left to say She has to make it thru the day.