There is an empty bed here…
I’m missing you in every poem,
I’m missing you here and there…
That can’t be right
You don’t know me
I see you every night
But you don’t see me…
Why my love? Why?
That can’t be right…
Maybe my love needs flight
But, where are you? Give me a sight…
Time flights away and you not here with me,
There isn’t such thing that a good luck,
Maybe one time or two, but no three…
Come on! That can be me… this really suck!…
Close my eyes and I see you
You’re in front on me with your red hair…
And your beautiful eyes, yes, I see you,
And then, open my eyes, you’re not here, it’s no fair…
I cry for that, is it silly?
I don’t know why?
And in your world
There isn’t a place for me,
Of course, I know…
But, could you love me?
Love me like a friend, if you please,
I don’t want to miss you again…
Well not again exactly, but stay with me please,
Your presence keeps me away from the pain…
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