What's to die for?
When you are gone
What's to live for?
When the bed is left alone
What's to say?
When the joy is gone
What's to happen?
When the days seem to stop
All the clouds looks dark
The sun is yet to rise
When you are gone
YOU ARE READING
Ink Poems
Random"I have no soul apart from from that of yours" "Memories can't erase itself It only force one to remember The things you try hard to forget" "Happiness is key for it beholder To remain is to stay ...
