What I Think When I'm by Myself

You know, I lose faith in what we are,
Can be, when we have been apart.
I question your apparent sweetness.
Surely, you are less than what you
Seem, or, worse, you're what you seem,
But either never loved me, or will not
When you see who I am. Then, what
We are, what we can be, have been
At times, we will not be. You'll go,
And I, with faith, not merely lost,
But wholly gone, will wonder how
I will survive alone. Perhaps I won't,
But, if I do, I'm certain that I'll be
Diminished. Without you, I'm less.
I hope you know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-01 at 23:36

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