Poem 5
When I am sad, I think of you
When I am alone, I wish your home
The days has come and gone
The minutes the second has pasted
My heart is there waiting for you but day after day it is fading slowly
Soon I fare that there will be nothing left but an empty chage
My mind is racing trying to work itself out my empty heart pumping with fare
My head told me that you weren't the one but instead I listen to my heart now look at me
I'm a poor girl crying over spilt milk would I ever find my true love
