On the flight back from an island,
the clouds were beside me...

There is this person,
who is always there...

Waiting is killing me,
It's like watching water evaporate...

What do I do,
when I find out your breaking up with me...

What is love,
I've never expierenced it to it fullest extent...

Where is my love,
where is he hiding...

Why aren't I cuddled?
Why aren't I loved...

I was going to submit this poem in the love poem...
thanks...