I'll always miss you.
No matter where I go.
My heart,
feels like a sack of patatoes.
You could push me down,
call me names.
But to tell you the truth,
I'll always feel the same.
When I told you all this,
I turned blue.
I only did that,
becuase you now knew.
I almost passed out,
when you said you liked me too.
Do you think thats why,
I'm missing you?
(age 13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, i did not miss this poem. xlent write