Without Love
There's no room in my head
it's filled with thoughts of you.
And I'm alive, yet dead,
both are equally true.
Losing your fight with death
grief shrouds me like a glove.
You were my blood, my breath,
my hope, my dream, my love.
I’m as pale as a ghost
my heart is out of blood.
For missing you the most,
it is barely a thud.
How much more can I take,
without breath, I'll smother.
And must endure an ache,
unlike any other.
My future's dissolving,
how am I to cope?
My world is devolving,
I can't live without hope.
I'm far beyond dismayed,
on the verge of a scream.
And I feel so afraid,
for I no longer dream.
No one will replace you,
I swear to God above.
And yet, it's just as true,
I will die without love.
(Quatrain)
1/11/2015
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