Sans Toi

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Sans Toi

I rise each morning with anticipation of your arrival…

Such ardor leaves poor chances of revival…

Sans toi…

I set each evening exhausted with grief…

Along with prayers grasping to belief…

Sans toi…

Weakness is a trait; my heart’s heart will reject…

Love’s pressure leaves the brightest effect…

Sans toi…

-Madamchryzl-

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