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Created on: October 28, 2008
If you were gone
Such a scary thought
If you were gone
I would feel Cold,Drained
As of I were laying out in the grass,
In the mist of October.
If you were gone
I would feel gray,
Like the stiff air before a storm.
My mind would not rest
If you were gone,
As a car rushing to beat traffic.
If you were gone,
I would be the traffic.
Stuck,No room to breathe.
If you were gone
My heart would lack rhythm,
Beating,Without any song.
If you were gone
where would i lay my head to rest?
You are my peace.
Its in your arms my thoughts rest
My mind unwinds.
If you were gone,
Who's sleepy eyes first thing in the morning
would make my day?
If you were gone,
Who's laughter would spark my own.
My happiness would be dim
like a worn out candle.
If you were gone
I would feel hungry all the time.
You are my craving.
You fill and consume me.
If you were to ever go,
You would be taking with you,
The important parts of me.
If you were gone,
I would make sure I gave you my heart,
Making sure you never ever felt
Gray,Or lost.
If you were gone
You would be taking my only light.
If you were gone
You would have taken a piece of me.
My smile would not be as bright
My walk would lose its sway.
If you were gone.
The only feeling I would ever know is
Longing.
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