When I sleep,
I think about you.
When I wake,
I plead about you.
When I talk,
I speak about you.
Knowing you only give me pain,
I still search for the cure in you.
Knowing you left me weak,
I still want to be the strength for you.
Hoping you’ll come back one day,
Because I’m still thinking about you.
© Zaira Fathma