What good is hope? What good is love? Without you what good are dreams? They just burn a hole at an ever flaming pyre. An empty space of combustion burning so cold and alone. Without you love is just a word still I dream I'll see you once more. It aches deep below and burns at my core never ending until my whole being is sore. What good is a story when it's left unfinished? Chapters to write yet the pages stay blank. Time drags on as I ponder, without you what is love for?
YOU ARE READING
I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
Thơ caA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
