I have no hope
That you are mine
And there is nothing
On my mind
That can produce
Some happy thoughts
About how glad is
The whole world.
I have to stay
At home alone,
With all my thoughts
In your abode.
Just let me think
What's on your mind.
How you do spend
Your days and nights.
Which way you've chosen,
Why you're late.
Just let me know
Your nights and days.
Meg Kail
© Copyright: Мелиса Хоменгуей, 2011
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