call it pathetic but I call it childish
we're little lovebirds then but the feelings were empty. I would cry a river every night before going to bed because I miss you. I still do cry alot that's why I don't know what to call this but it hurts.
it hurts very much to always miss you
it hurts very much to always love you.
it's even hurts to write this poem out of words but full of tears in my eyes.
I never thought it would hurt this much
I never thought my feelings for you would last this long.
we now talk but...