I can't get enough
You are becoming the air I breathe
The water I drink
The food I eat
My sustainment
But you'll be gone soon
I'll suffocate
Die of thirst
Starve
My oblivion.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
I can't get enough
You are becoming the air I breathe
The water I drink
The food I eat
My sustainment
But you'll be gone soon
I'll suffocate
Die of thirst
Starve
My oblivion.
A love poem. My lover left tonight, not me...but for her career. And although it will be for the better, I wish she didn't have to go. What will I do without her? And it won't be for just a few days or weeks...it'll be almost 10 months before I can hold her again...oh the agony
