Misunderstood

You've gone too soon.

Our fingers intertwine,

only ever under the moon,

to you this feels fine.

 

We're face to face.

You're one to say much,

to give the slightest embrace,

the most oddest touch.

 

You're far too far.

This is just an excuse,

giving me another scar,

my words are of no use.

 

You'd fight for US,

but not for me and you.

You're still here,

but you've gone too soon.

 

 

 

 

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Me
My family
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