Poetry of a Lifetime

Ill be Missing You

I would fight this day if it means that you would live
I would die this second if it meant you would be alive
If only our pains were to pass into the past
That is when I would sail strongly with this mast

Tears had fallen horridly that day
When you had gone of your own way
And now, standing in the rain I am, as I pray
To be kept out of harms way and be kept at bay

Without you I don't feel a life in my soul
All I feel is as if falling into another empty hole
And crashing onto the painfully sharp stone
Well, at least now I aint got nothing else to moan