longing

You miss a peaks were naturally anyway. I thought you had forgotten me. How was this self happier, when subjected to the same fate.

But there was something I could not believe it. That whether you might really love me or you miss me just to be satisfying your passions.

Times when it was repeated again, after so long my build that wall, now collapsed instantly after I know you miss me.

God, so naive I was. Only the word longing myself slide back into the valley.

Love when you also feel what I feel. Come to me, if we are destined. But I hope you're better now.

amen