Can the day be over It has not yet begun You have not yet walked through my door Nor kissed me good morning To fall asleep without your kiss It’d be as if the day did not exist No days from here can be Since you will not share them with me Tears well in my eyes And pain aches my soul I am all alone Why am I still here What joy can I know Without you beside me Can I still love
I Am I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,My friends forsake me like a memory lost;I am the self-consumer of my woes,They rise and vanish in oblivious host,Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;And yet I am, and live - like vapors tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,Into the living sea of waking dreams,Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;Even the dearest, that I loved the best,Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod;A place where woman never smiled or wept;There to abide with my creator, God,And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,The grass below - above the vaulted sky. by the great : John Clare
u have matched others feeling... but my own... (this is kiaser 4 sunflower's sis by the way) my ? 2 u... how do you or even have the ability to cry with sun pain when a greater god has a more abundant love for you than u realize... that he would give his all for u yet u cry??? we all feel laugh cry ... yea of course.... but to feel such hurt and not have a remedy (i think i spelt dat wrong) 4 it... not that's screwed up.. u no?
