Three stars & one sad poem

Sad poems is what I write,
Ever since you walked away,
all my tears wet the paper
as if it was ink of my pen.

Every day, every nite
looking for your smile;
in the rays of the sun,
in the bright stars.

Those tears fill every page
of a story that never ends.
So many miles, so few smiles;
when are you coming back?

Maybe next summer, or next life.
We'll go flying
where time never ends,
loving each other till the end.

My poems are sad because they're mine,
but the feelings are yours
like the kisses and the hugs
that everyday I store for you.

Come ,
get them,
I'll be waiting
under three stars.

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