I miss you, when you’re here.
I don’t really care, when you’re not around.
You make me laugh, more than anyone else,
You’ve introduced me to my darkest sounds.
When will I know? Whether I love you or not?
Will I ever know? If hope will come to naught?
I don’t want to be, anywhere else when I’m with you.
I live a little more, when you leave.
I know you will, never want me.
But you’re the one, who asks me to believe.
shweta khosla
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-ever-know/
