I wish you could be here,
So you could see the pain in my chest,
Not for you to feel the same,
But, for you to see that I care.
Since we're apart,
Even before I was gone,
I could see how my world was burning up.
My pieces, lost,
My will to live, gone.
Your embrace is something I miss,
So are your eyes and your skin.
But above all else wishful,
I miss your tender kiss.
YOU ARE READING
I DUNNO
PoetryThis is my attempt to do poetry in English, which is not my mother language. But still, poetry. Special thanks to Abby, for correct my world... Work* XD
