My Birthday

I’ll not thank you for what you’ve done

Because I know you done it for love

I know I shouldn’t, but I miss you

I miss your embrace when I’m on my bed

I miss your farewell when I leave home

I know I should go on, but how can I

When I know what I miss

It is true; there is no point on loving a void

But is that void that reminds me of you

And how can I forget you

How can I, when I owe you more than my life

I owe you my love, I owe you my being

I know I shouldn’t say that

I know I shouldn’t write that

But how can I stop it?

Tell me how, teach me how

How can I go on, how can I keep on going

When without you I feel so lost

I miss you, I miss you mom.