Missing You

Missing you makes

me sick.

Of a malady

With a rare cure...

Thousand of rubies

cannot buy

Tickets of travels

cannot get..

The researcher yet

cannot find..

My cure doesn't

have a prototype..

Just You!!

Missing you makes

me sad...

For the world

and it's loudness

cannot paddle through

the Crystal River

of my love..

Perhaps they will

follow a wrong course

and trade my purpose

just for love..

Missing you

kind of takes away

focus...

For I fear the parable

He taught

had come true..

For I kept part of

My treasures on earth,

and I'm so scared

thieves have made their way' ...

Missing you

registers your worth...

Farther into the blues..

For I read the part

you should play

thus, mine too...

And I'm scared'

no one will play

the role better

With me..