
Tears fall upon my pillow;
tears spill onto my cheek,
For words, I’m told,
the man I loved, to someone else did speak.
Perhaps I’d do things differently,
but atlast, I never knew.
Why is it you can’t care for me, the way I do for you?
Did you know how much I missed you, when you were not around,
Or how much you helped to cheer me up, when I was feeling down?
Even now, I find that I still want to talk to you awhile.
I remember just how easily you could make me smile.
I hate myself, because I know I hunger for your touch.
I never knew it possible to miss someone so much.

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