I'm not trying to be selfish
I just want something that I can call my own
Something to hold late at night
While I'm waiting for 'the one'
He promised me forever
Forever I will wait
Until he shows up
I hold my pillow tight
I want something that I can call my own
He is mine and all mine he's my best friend and lover, like no other i will love him until I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all want something we can call our own that is why we have children... because then they are ours. crazy thought but its true... Becca