Tuesday, April 2, 2013

All you do is torture me
with your absence
all you do make me sad
with your memory
if love is so beautiful when it is right
how can I feel this pain
My existence without you
feels a waste
when you are not here
a blackness descends
and when you are here
I know it will descend when you leave
I am sad with you
I am sad without you
I love you too much
to be happy.


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