Without your love, would I be real?
Would I be whole, could I feel?
Stormy nights, all darkness and rage
Only left to erase in confusion and daze.
Without you
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
Without your love, would I be real?
Would I be whole, could I feel?
Stormy nights, all darkness and rage
Only left to erase in confusion and daze.
Nearly Poetry