Without... Poem by Sarah Anne Masotti

Without...



Tonight, we drink to you,
and hope to find the truth.
Love tends to hurt,
but it helps me feel sooth.
Without love,
I won't survive.
Without truth,
We won't survive.
Without you,
I might as well die.

Sunday, July 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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