Missing You

For every tear that falls, a rose bush grows taller. for in that tear was you. brilliant minded as you were. humble in your requests. but I shan’t be. I should scoop up each tear until I am tall enough to make it to heaven. Now, for every tear that falls, there are two rose bushes who are taller.

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