I don't want to die alone,
but without her I am afraid
It feels as if I will,
my soul fades
My heart has broken so many times,
love is an interesting game we play
We move slow when we are together,
feeling everything, every touch, every look
We move even slower when we are not,
filled with memories, written in pages like a book
We both write this story,
but there is so much left to be written
Words lay to paper,
every day, every hour, every minute
It is her I long for,
it is to her I write
So much love, so much passion,
not enough life.