And with every day
That you are gone,
I can feel my creativity
Slipping away from me.
And with every day
That you are gone,
I can feel my sanity
Escaping me.
And with every day
That you are gone,
These damned poems
Become harder to write.
g.c.g
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And with every day
That you are gone,
I can feel my creativity
Slipping away from me.
And with every day
That you are gone,
I can feel my sanity
Escaping me.
And with every day
That you are gone,
These damned poems
Become harder to write.
g.c.g