When I am sitting next to you...
do you look at my wrists?
do you look at yours?
are you guelous?
are you happy?
are you happy to have to live with the scar on your heart...
and just above your hand?
Can i help?
or is there nothing i can do?
I miss when we had these little clubs(haha)
I miss bakeing cakes with you...
getting it everywhere...
yelling at me 4 eating to much of the batter,
i miss illing water baloons in your moms bathroom,
one pops and we laugh are asses off! ! !
I miss everything,
this isnt much of a poem,
i guess you could call it a memory,
I really love you guys and i never want to leave all of you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem