She thought I was upset, cos I was kinda quiet
I wasn’t mad at her, she mustn’t think this way
I just forgot to mail, and say hi, how are you?
She thought that I was mad, apart from her away
It’s strange how thoughts are read, inside our minds at times
Assumptions can be wrong, we need to ask and find
So I’m not mad with her, I never actually was
I miss her more each day, she is so nice warm and kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem