Treasure Island

Aisha Alansari

(May 12th 1999 / Qatar)

Without You


We've been apart for only days..
But I feel like  it's a year.

We haven't talked for a while..
So there's no reason to smile.

We haven't seen each other for more than 24 hours...
Without you...
I'm powerless.

I wait...
Wait..
And wait,
Without you..
Making me laugh,
Making me crazy,
Everything's gloomy..
I might faint.

Have to learn how to be patient,
Because that's all I can do.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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This is A poem for my cousin 'fatma' I travelled two weeks ago I'm still not back and I miss my cousin a lot! ! ! So I wrote her this.. I'm gonna be back tomorrow the plane is early so it's gonna feel like today... I might not sleep

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