Will you please?
Its time for you to return,
My ear without your voice serves no purpose,
This patch of grass that is before me is Nothing;
Without your footsteps,
The subtle sound of each graze over your cheek evades my grasp.
The stars that overcome the exquisite landscape of the night;
Are nothing without your head laying upon my Chest,
Your arrival is long overdue.
The petals are withering because you aren’t here to water it,
Just as my eyes are flooded because your Fingertips are lost;
They aren’t here to wipe them.
I turn to my death stricken angel for help,
But her wounds are still deep.
My heart has begun to bleed a great deal,
My pulse is descending,
This started off as something sweet but, Without you,
Sweet has lost its true meaning, and now there is a bitter taste.
The walls of our great empire are falling,
You aren’t here to kiss my pain away.
These poor clichés mean nothing without you Here
It has been 2.27 seconds without you and Your arrival is long overdue.