I miss the boy
Like I miss myself
Because without him
I am just a shadow of my former self
I am living day to day
But with nothing to motivate
I am starting to decay
Not into life, don't want to educate
So life passes me by
And I want to yell and cry
But what good will it do
When he is deaf to my ply
Copyright Kelster November 2007©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, something lots of girls can relate too