Don’t Go
January 2012
What if you left
And never came back,How am I to survive?
What if I never saw
Your face again?I might as well be blind.
What if I never felt
Your touch?Numb I shall be.
What if I never heard
Your laugh again?The silence is deafening.
What if your scent
Drifted away upon the breeze?The smell of roses be of garbage.
What if I never get the chance
To taste your lips?Pointless shall touch be.
What if you left
And never came back,How am I to survive?
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