Wanting her back, wanting her here, wanting to kiss her and hold her near.
Wanting to make love, wanting to bad, wanting to touch and not feel sad.
Wanting to hold her every night, wanting to talk and never fight.
Wanting to go on at some points of time, wanting her back to keep her mine.
Wanting so much to just be me, wanting to change so she can see.
Wanting to be strong, wanting not to cry, wanting to write her, without tears in my eye.
Wanting her to feel, the same as me, wanting my life back, not wanting to grieve.
A poem by
DJ Sub Zero
