Friday, December 18, 2020



I cry for love I never had,

even when I was a little boy.

I dream many times about love,

that would make life a joy.

There's many days I see that love,

and I ask myself why not me?

I spend those days all alone,

and no one to see.

Is there any life for me to live,

if there is no friend.

I say many times there isn't,

and I wish someone would come again.

No comments: