Imagine if the pillow I cried on was you chest
Or the tissues I used to wipe my tears away were your hands
Would it be cool?
Would you mind if I called you my boo?
I want you to be the one I run to
I want to be the one making your girls jealous
I want you to be
My soldier
My friend
And my lover
Now and forever
Can it be?
For you and me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem