You're so far, far away.
I'm tired, tired of wishing
you were here.
You're happy, happily live your life out there.
I'm sad, sad 'cause you're
out of my reach.
I'm longing, longing for
your presence.
Will I meet you again?
If yes, then,
When?
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Him
RandomJust some poems I wrote for him, but I know he will never ever read these.
