Is it me or the society or the way people change?
I am craving these little things or Am I the only strange?
The daily texting from someone so close & the real “How are you”
The caring you would like to feel from just from only one or two
I am feeling Lost through the days and afraid to be alone
Remembering our good old days as I hold my cell-phone
I know life can get busy but this should never be an excuse
Pretty sure that we are still close cause otherwise is a refuse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem