No life force blood would course my veins,
Vindictive knives would cause me pains,
And empty would my soul soon be,
If far from away you drift from me.
My appetite would suffer too,
If I’m deprived a taste of you,
And languid breaths would soon desist
If for my love, you won’t persist.
My silken skin, that craves your lips,
Would bleed in agonising drips
If close to me you cannot be
A shadow of a brighter me.
I’d blind my eyes, so if you left-
My sight would mourn you, lost, bereft
I’d halt these heartbeats, yours they are
And lock them in a Heartbreak Jar.
If words do fail, forgive me please.
They suffer while I’m on my knees,
My lips, I’d lock them both away,
They’d never see the light of day
You see me though,
There is only You.