MISS YOU EVERYTIME
SOMETIME IN LIFE FEW THINGS MAKES HABIT
By Sher singhPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
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In the quiet hours, a habit formed true,
Miss you every time, my heart tells, it's you.
Like a melody played in a soft chime,
It's a habit, dear, to miss you every time.
Moonlit nights, your absence I feel,
In the stillness, your memory does appeal.
With each heartbeat, a rhythm to rhyme,
A habit to cherish, miss you every time.
Stars twinkle, echoing a love so prime,
In this routine of love, miss you every time.
As dawn unveils, and the sun begins to climb,
In the morning haze, I habitually miss you every time.
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