I wanna come home to you
As I see double-decker busses passing by…
Tears well up in my eyes… and I start to cry.
Thinking of you far, far-away
Lying still on your bed, with an empty gaze.
I want to come back home.
Get on the next plane and come to you.
You alone!!!
Baby I miss you! Baby I miss you today.
As I see Black cabs rushing by
I think of you… your sweet charm
Thinking of you far, far-away
Applying a hint of blush, on your pretty face
I want to come back home.
Get on the next plane and come to you.
You alone!!!
Baby I miss you! Baby I miss you today.
When I see the leaves sway in the gentle cool breeze
I turn around hoping to find you there!
Thinking of you far, far-away
How your one smile would light up my days!
I want to come back home.
Get on the next plane and come to you.
You alone!!!
Baby I miss you! Baby I miss you today.
I miss her silly! 
he he…some times Missing is as good(or bad,your choice;) as being near to someone!
Where r u?
Comment by Anonymous — May 11, 2009 @ 10:26 am
I am stuck here in London
Comment by roshabraham — May 11, 2009 @ 3:34 pm
Very sweet poem…I know how terrible it feels to stay so far away from the loved one, living with it still…very sweetly expressed
Comment by Priyankari — August 14, 2009 @ 10:15 am