I miss you more everyday
when my days grow longer like shadows
against the wall of life
and as the light does disappear,
I want to hold on to it,
as everything remind me of you.
When the night do come near
and time is ticking out the hours,
when the day ends
it binges an emptiness that lingers
and the yearning of a lonely heart does escalate.
Missing you is a punishment,
worst than death itself
and when I miss your hands and your touch,
I cry myself to sleep at night
while I cling to my pillow and muffle the sound
and hope that nobody does hear,
when my dreams carry me to your arms,
to your embrace and I wish that the night will linger.
Morning brings its own despair
because you will still be gone
when I dream you up.
I can still smell you.
I can still hear you.
I can still see you
and then I can still love you.
Saying goodbye to you,
is too hard to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely....thanks for sharing