Poetry……Miss You I Miss You Everything is incomplete A broken circle An empty box Time with no clock Words without meaning Death but still breath ~B Others are Reading My Solace Aperture Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Papa People Hate Ben When Rainbows Aren’t Enough Pain and Confusion: The Emotional Agony & Confusion of One Woman’s Internal Battle with Love Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * × 1 = four