i made you lunch to day
you didnt come home
where did you stay
it got cold
i made you dinner tonight
you didnt come home
it was your favorate
i feel so alone
i guess ill go to bed
ill lay and wait for you
oh..
your dead
i forgot you where gone
how did i do this
its been so long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh... thats so upseting: (but still a good write :)