A time when the sun rose
Across the whispy sea,
A time of sadness... you chose
To live in- without me.
Our lives were so sweet,
Like honey from the bee
But, never again shall we meet...
You're living- without me.
An hour passed without you there,
The hour after you flee.
I miss your eyes, your lips, your hair
You're living- without me.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Without Me
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