You were often the one to greet "Good morning" first.
What's wrong, Cling? I know you loved me at my worst.
I miss you, I miss every thing about you.
All I see were experiences we've been through.
I miss your voice messages in Facebook,
Wherein you want to hear my voice also.
I miss your videos in IG, no matter how you look,
You're still pretty as ever, I bet you know.
It feels like Fear's haunting me down to die,
Like someone's been murdering me inside.
Pain made its way through my veins, all I do is try
To fight back, to gain you back, for you to love me back.
I feel annoyed, not ‘cause of you, but of myself!
I really don't know what I'm doing without you,
All I hear is your "I love you", and our promises to oneself
Because in every thing I do, I'm missing you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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