I can't help but miss you,
Every second of everyday.
Some moments are worse then others,
But painful all the same.
Why am I missing you?
Are you the reason I don't sleep?
Or eat ot or breathe?
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You feel the same way.
Do you miss me?
Or is me missing you,
Just another mistake in my life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
missing someone is natual and not a mistake... I miss someone too. good job. Becca