Moma,i want to call you moma.
Moma,not the my moma.
Moma,the moma of my misses.
I miss you.
Days are not the same,nights are not as usual.
Whom should i tell,but no one to blame.
I look at the star,and remember your name.
I miss you.
Everything becons your name,
Looking at your picture,
Your stay in my thought takes the lead
I miss you.
My feelings are tough and sought.
Missing you is not in my hands,
I suppose you understand,
I miss you.
Though my days are passing by without a clue,
Though i feel so lonely and blue,
I know fate will let us meet,
I miss you.
©dennislimo
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