A Day is this life, Once again
Never a release
Never a break
This life, causing me pain
The Days go by, One by one
With her, I’m fine
Without
I’m dying
Her embrace, so warm
Her presence, so soothing
Her touch, so lifting
Her kiss, so loving
When without her
I crumble
The knife in the corner
Causing me trouble
It calls, it beckons.
For it knows,
How I feel.
It knows, I yield
Yield from pain
Yield from strain
My every wish, to end it now
I just want her, to her I bow
Her beauty astounding
Her kindness a blessing
How could one not want her?
Her every movement keeps me guessing.
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