Teddy Ang

(22/9/1992)

2432 Miles


Life for me seems to be hell
When we're 2432 miles apart from each other
Luckily I'll only have to wait 10 days
And we'll once again get to see one another

I often try to keep my mind distracted
But I just can't stop thinking about you
And honestly I feel so down and alone
When I'm living my life without you

Coz ever since you've been gone
My skies have always been turning black
And it torments me every now and then
When I'm counting the days till you're back

So life for me seems to be hell
When we're 2432 miles apart from each other
Luckily I'll only have to wait 10 days
But right now the 10 days feels like forever

(28th June 2009) - My 47th Poem...

Submitted: Sunday, June 28, 2009
Edited: Thursday, August 06, 2009
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