Waiting for him is torture
Waiting to see if he’ll forgive me
Waiting to feel his presence again
Waiting to feel those butterflies
With him I am safe
With him I have fun
With him I know it’s right
Sitting here alone hurts
Sitting with him doesn’t
I miss him like no other and I hope he feels the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem