I'm incomplete without you,
The grass isn't green,
The sky isn't blue,
The sun doesn't shine,
And the days grow long,
Without you,
I can't carry on,
I know we were rigid, rough, and whatever,
When you're not with me the forecast is bad weather.
The birds are discordant,
And the bees lack their buzz,
To me you're important,
& you'll always be loved..
The leaves have no beat,
And the breeze doesn't whistle,
So don't ever leave me,
Because the trees won't sway,
And clouds will appear,
It's always a bad day,
Without you here.
YOU ARE READING
if you're reading this..
Puisiin the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
