by Claudia Rey
Not having you is not just pain and sorrow
A pain that burns my soul all day and night
Not having you, not having a tomorrow
Deprives me of my breath and will and might.
It’s been a year but could be ten or twenty
My love for you would always be the same
My feelings always strong and deep and plenty
And my desire still burning as a flame.
And yet my pain and misery I’m hiding
How much I suffer I can’t let you know
Because I don’t imagine you abiding
Any of this. Silly and boring. So
In an attempt to find a way to cope
I go on loving you, and I still hope.
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