A song needs a tune
Or it aches along
Devoid of melody.
A poem needs words
Or it drifts along
In emptiness.
The wind needs air
Or it wafts along
Aimlessly.
The ocean needs water
Or it ceases to exist
As anything more
Than an empty hole
That once held something...
And I need you
Or I cease to be
In any way
That means anything.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Need
Posted by Oneiric at 9:30 AM
Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Need
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