I don't notice you when you're here but I miss you when you're gone. I can't explain my future; I can't retell my past but around you things are easier. I'm much stronger and I'm more willing to fight for the real me. So what can I ask but for you to forgive me? What can I plead but for our friendship? And what can I beg but for the piece of my heart you keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem