I MISS THE WAY, HE ALWAYS LOOK AT ME
I MISS HOW HE CALLED ME HIS PRINCESS
I MISS STAYING UP ALL NIGHT FOR HIM TO CALL
I MISS THE WAY HE COMPLICATED ME
I MISS HIM POINTING AT ME AND SAY THERE'S MY GIRL
I MISS SAYING HIS NAME
I MISS MY BABE AND WHY DID I LET HIM GO
I DONT KNOW
I MISS THINKING HE WAS THE ONE
I MISS HIS TOUCH
I MISS THE WAY HE LOVED ME
I MISS HOW HE PUT ME FIRST
AND NOW THAT HE'S GONE
I'LL MISS HIM FOREVER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem