laying here in the light,
not knowing what to do,
laying here in the light,
thinking about you.
why do i just sit here,
thinking of you?
why am i sitting here,
not knowing what to do?
why do you let me sit here,
right next to you?
why do you let me sit here,
after what i did to you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is short but really nice. i like it. if u want u can check out my poems