Without You
I can't help
what I do
as I sit here
without you.
Thoughts of you
fill my mind
I wish you were here
all of the time.
When I'm with you
I can be me
you make me so happy
everyone can see
When we're apart
I'm full of despair
not seeing you
so lovely and fair
To you I will
always be true
for I am nothing
without you.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| To live | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Simple Truths | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Without You | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| Music | 0 | 03/06/2012 |
| We(a world perspective) | 0 | 02/17/2012 |
| Night and Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| A Sunny Day | 0 | 03/25/2009 |
| My Little Girl | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Points | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Your Eyes | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| The Sky | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Alone in a Mansion | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| Loud Noise | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
| My Love | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
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