I am here;
Missing you.
1,000 miles away.
I think of you.
Your eyes, your touch, and your kiss.
These are the only things
That keep me going.
And knowing,
that somewhere in this world.
You are there; happy
you may be thinking bout me...
Or maybe not.
'cause i know that you still have a life.
But you are my life,
and i do not have you.....
So i do not have a life.
am i right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see these poems and it makes me appreciate the woman you were to him and it makes me hate the man he was to you. If only he did know the future, if only he could change some things. Maybe later he will regret his decisions and see the error of his ways.