Without You
The nights are cold here without you
Death is a mist of slicing edges
The kind when love dies away
And I feel the bleeding slice deep within
Within my own self pity
This feeling, whatever you call it
It must have a name
But bitter tongues cannot speak of it
Without you here, it's just not the same
A monster we have all become
We now come face to face
This will all be over soon
This will all soon fade away
Together we will be again
Before the end of the day
Forever is lasting too long
But it seems there's no other way
If we stand for one another
And together face the oncoming days
There will be no doubt
That love will find a way
Written May 24, 2008
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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