I miss you, when you’re here.
I don’t really care, when you’re not around.
You make me laugh, more than anyone else,
You’ve introduced me to my darkest sounds.
When will I know? Whether I love you or not?
Will I ever know? If hope will come to naught?
I don’t want to be, anywhere else when I’m with you.
I live a little more, when you leave.
I know you will, never want me.
But you’re the one, who asks me to believe.
hi, I'm new to this website, Very good poem, espeacially when you say, 'but you're the one, who asks me to believe' Very good poem, I like it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU HAVE DEFINED THE VIRTUE OF FAITH SO BFULLY... :)