the walking story of locke voltaire adelio (chapter six: you)A Poem by kill the innocentsI can’t say I’d lost you, Or lost in you, Because you’re gone, Lost, But not with me or in me, That’s the sad thing.
Dark, Cold, Alone, That’s what I felt, There’s no replacement of you, As I dream everyday, Pressing against your lips with mine.
Not that I want to see you everyday, Not that I want to hear your voice everyday, Not that I want you to live, Or die after me, I just want to hold your hand forever, Because holding you hand, Making me realize, That you’re always with me. © 2011 kill the innocentsFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on January 26, 2011 Last Updated on January 26, 2011 Authorkill the innocentsMalaysiaAboutI'm not the most eloquent speaker, so I thought I would borrow a few words from Shakespeare. 'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.' When life gets hard, when things change, true lov.. more..Writing
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