Sitting alone in my room
Staring up at the midnight moon
Wishing, wishing
Wishing you were still here
Laying next to me
Holding me tight
Thinking, thinking
Thinking about you…
Thinking about me…
Thinking about how we got to be
Who we are now
Thinking about who we were before
You were mine and who I was before I was your baby
Thinking about my love for you there nothing better than being in love
Nothing can compare to having your love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem