Thursday, July 16, 2009

Without You


Today I woke up alone
The cold ate every piece of me,
Today I miss you more than yesterday,
Why did you go?
My clouded thoughts blind me
Is your absence my sin?


Now every day without you is a tragedy
Like a body without a soul
Or a life without a passion,
I long to ever-sleep.


To live and not to love thee
A quintessence of life
Is to die in tragedy.

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