by Elena Toledo
Thursday, May 08, 2008
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A poem for the lost
The world sits still without you.
Wars, days, night's, seasons.
Without you I'm waiting for
something to do, when I realized
theres nothing- time passes me
by, "I've always felt that" and
still it feels like theres so much
to do- sometimes I feel like
a little planet, that no one has
yet discovered; without you is
like missing a piece of the sky,
or the ocean, I feel like a puzzle
and the one piece missing is you.
Without you theres no hunger,
no thirst, without you, my hands
no longer will write pastoral's to
the night, without you, my eyes
will not gaze your charms again.
I cherish sweet love, the lovely
argument of bloody tears. Without
you I shall even live and your tomb
I'll make- or you survive when I in
earth am dust. Without you- who
shall live and my epitaph make?,
without you who shall cry my lost.
Without you I will remain dead-
and you still live –such
righteousness in the eyes of one.