Lovers Lost - Poem by Jessica Foyle
Where do we go when there's nothing that's left here to do
What do we see when there's nothing to see here that's new
What's in a taste when there's nothing that's sweeter than you
Not a trace, not a place, not a face that compares quite to you.
Then what's in a name when your name is the one that I feel
And why break a heart when your mouth speaks the words that'll heal
What's in a life when I've already drowned in your eyes
So how can I hate when your absence is what I despise
What's in a kiss when your touch makes me weak at the knees
And what's in a smell when your scent it what makes up the breeze
How can I cry when I'm lying alone in the night
When I know soon you'll come trailing sunlight.
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