Without You

I lay here on this island,

under the hot, scorching sun,

and then I realize I am having no fun.

With no boat and no plane, 

I am having great pain.

On this abandoned island I feel like poo,

for I am stuck here without you.

My love for you in so unreal, 

I cannot explain how I feel...

Stuck on this mound of sand and stone,

there is one thing I wish for alone.

Not a phone nor a book,

or even a fish on a hook.

All I wish is for out of the blue,

I can be here with you.