The Waiting 2009
The house is warm,
But I feel so cold.
Without your love,
I grow so old.
Without your smile,
A focussed light.
I feel I may,
I feel I might,
Begin to fade,
And slowly die.
Without your side,
Right by my side.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2009
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