2.13.09
Without you in sight,
my vision grows weary.
Without your presence,
my days grow dreary.
Without your touch,
my fingers grow numb.
Without your feel,
I am no longer one.
Without your support,
I drag on through the days.
Without you and me,
there is no other way.
Without our hideaway,
for me, no more escapes.
With only memories,
the emptiness grows great.
Without your songs,
there's no more soul in my days.
Without your light,
darkness, to me, does embrace.
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