Without You
I can't help
what I do
as I sit here
without you.
Thoughts of you
fill my mind
I wish you were here
all of the time.
When I'm with you
I can be me
you make me so happy
everyone can see
When we're apart
I'm full of despair
not seeing you
so lovely and fair
To you I will
always be true
for I am nothing
without you.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| To live | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Simple Truths | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Without You | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Music | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| We(a world perspective) | 0 | 02/17/2012 |
| Night and Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| A Sunny Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| My Little Girl | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Points | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Your Eyes | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| The Sky | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Alone in a Mansion | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Loud Noise | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| My Love | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
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