I miss the way you touch me,
I miss the way you hug me...

Loving you is like my ocean blue,
I think of weather, I think of you...

Your tender lips,
Upon my cheek...

When I was just a little girl,
You used to protect me...

Why do you treat me this way?
At least you could put in one say...

This poem is for my baby,
My one whom I care for so bravely...

K is for the way how I feel when I want to KILL,
I is for the way how I wish my life was just never...