I'm sitting here, without any sign for hope, today is one of
many, one of many which I spent missing for it, It seems
that everyone around me are starting to do ok but for me it
is just not working.
I'm sitting here, without any sign of you, the one that
should complete me, I never believed that someone can feel
empty but now I can't believe someone can feel complete
without it.
I'm sitting here, for some time now. I miss kissing under
the moonlight, hugging on the bench with the company of a
light blow wind, holding arms and even just missing the
thought I had it.
I'm sitting here, lonely, observing and searching for you,
but no meter where I look for you, you're not there, people
say "it will come", but no one can say when.
I'm sitting here, without it, waiting for it to come,
waiting to be loved, waiting to love; because the only thing
is missing is love.