A writer needs a muse
A painter needs a model
But in this heartbreak hotel
I need your smile that amuse
I miss your crazyness like hell
I miss us dancing in the rain
I miss that serious pretty face
And most I miss your tight embrace
I miss your hand showing “ OK”
I miss your words “Be strong for me”
I see your eyes looking at me
And you saying “My honey”
I miss even your silence
Deep as an tropical forest
And at the end of all those words
I just need things not to get worst
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