Jealous of that whats not mine
loving you but not being with you
seeing your lips move without me kissing them
your perfect smile for something i had nothing to with
the love you give to others, without me being there..
These things make me feel bad.. they make me sad
i cant be with you all the time
but if im not with you, your all i can think of
im happy to know you like this
but i long for the day that we kiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem