Each Day I go without her voice
Throws me deeper into madness
I am left with no other choice
But to drown in this sea of sadness
Each Day I cannot hear her laugh
Pushes me closer to insanity
I much rather be torn in half
Than to wallow in this misery
Each Day I do not see her grin
Slowly decays my mind
I would take on the all of worlds sin
If I could just leave this emptiness behind
Each Day I go without her sweet embrace
Accelerates my brain's deterioration
The Devil himself I would face
To escape this premature damnation
What Im saying us that I love her
And Each Day without her is a living Hell
Every night I pray that we'll be together
I will always love her as far as I can tell
Tyrone Wingfield
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-10/
