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I find the time to miss you more,

this wasted time behind a closed door,

that keeps opening once a day,

for you to daily have something to say,

i only listen never say what's on my mind,

with time i learned to put hope behind,

now all i have faith in is being a small friend,

lost everything else in the surprisingly known end,

camp on your porch, sleep on your step,

just the thought of you adds step to my pep,

i can't allow my guidance to completely disappear,

with my heart and desire by the end of this year,

at the end of each day when the moon slowly rises,

the water from the sun gives way and capsizes,

you always reslam the door, still i find a way,

to miss you more and desire to stay.