He's in my sleep....
He's in my prayers....
But in all actuality he isn't there
It perplexes me, I thought we were meant to be
I am craving to have him next to me
Just like it used to be
Without you I am dying in misery
And I know quite possibly you don't even mention me
Let alone miss me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you need to curb your need for a man and concentrate on independence