Where are you?
I don't feel you.

You are in another place,
in another love?
I don't find you.

Maybe is my fault,
Maybe you are busy...

Maybe (sure) this isn't a poem,
but i wish that it could be,
Because i feel so bad,
That i write  stupid poems
(bad as my state of heart)

I did nothing wrong,
You did nothing wrong,
But this feeling is so wrong...

Take me back to you,
I promise I'll be happy
and you will be too.

My Darling.