Without you

Serious hours of longing

Lonely days of hoping

Stressful weeks of thinking

When the hell are you coming?

Your absence makes me sick

Your presence makes me well

I sit and wait for you

As I think if you’ll be here

Searching for you is my habit

Cultivating you in my mind is my hobby

Being with you is my obsession

Oh and you are my addiction

Like a paper

My heart is tore

Without your presence

My life’s a bore

I get this feeling

Every time that you’re missing

Disoriented and annoyed

That’s what I am while waiting

Day is dark and boring

When you’re gone and missing

The day you’ll be here

I’ll smile up to ear. J