God, let her know how much she’s missed The first day our paths crossed Shall forever be reminisced. God, let her know how much I cared for her Remind her of all the times I was there for her To carry her when life brought her down. God, let her know how much she meant: Life can be so lonely without her around She was truly heaven-sent. But most of all, God Let her know how much she was loved.
Reason for writing:
To whom this poem is written to or about, I cannot say. I had many of the women in my past in mind when I wrote this, and to those who know me by t.P. Victor, this is especially written to you. All I know is there's a void in my world where [one of these ladies] should be (Starcross, Void). After all, as Steven Patrick Morrissey states so well: I am only human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does (How Soon Is Now)
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