Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Without You

Days have passed,
And so have the nights.
Spirits have been low,
And high are the tides.

Roses are now black,
Gloomy are verses of love.
Sea is forever violent,
Meaningless is act of dove.

Nothing seems complete,
Without you in my life.
Nothing feels correct,
Without you by my side.

Looking for some comfort,
Searching for some rest.
Walking alone here I am,
Being Invictus is the quest.