What is life called without you?
What should i do?
I keep on dreaming one day you'll come back to me.
Is this true or is it just not meant to be?
I remember the softness of your lips the way you use to hug me by my hips.
So maybe one day I'll learn how to leave without you.
Maybe not so please come back to me because I'm dieing without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem