My life is filled with you.
When gone, I'm left with nothing.
And now, even the smell of coffee burns.
My body is empty, bloodless.
You are not here.
Alas!
I thought I knew so much.
I thought I had control.
But I can't want what I should want.
And what's forbidden I can't cease to search.
Your absence brings evenings of misery,
Still I'll wait for you.
I need your words in my ears.
I need your form in my eyes.
I need your hands on my body.
I need your thoughts on my mind.
There's nothing left to do,
except,
maybe,
destroy myself.
Perhaps if I destroy the body
The soul will be set free from you.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Posted by This is me.Nothing more, nothing less. And everything in between. at 4:36 PM
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