Without you here
I can’t find my way
When near
I’m okay
I don’t know what to do
At all
Without you
So please call
Without you near
I don’t feel tall
I won’t ever peer
At the game of football
I miss
Your lush hair
Your sweet kiss
And how you care
I know I stare
You’re just so good looking
If you care
I’ll stop staring
If you need room
I’ll give you anything
So you’ll have freedom
I’ll give you my rhyming
If you want me buff
I will become
I still won’t be rough
Time, it’ll take some
Tell me what you “need”
And you’ll get
Whether a reed
Or a net
If you want a back rub
To feel better
I’ll leave the club
So I won’t be an upsetter
If you’ll call
It may seem un-cool
I’ll be in the hall
I need you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do hope you dont wait to long in the longing department.i am an old chic that knows you and her.........usary on her part...cause you're a good guy.