i wish he would love me the way i love him. he never will i tell myself, never in a million years. i miss him and want to see him. lost love is what i call it, basically what it is. i tell him i love him after he kisses me, but he don't listen. i just want him to love me, even though it will never happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem