Angst

Fair is it that you are not in my arms?
Fair is it that my lips ache for yours?
Fair is it that my hands want to touch you, hold you, hug you,
Just for a while...
Is It Fair?

What good are words when nothing describes how badly I need you,
What good is the sun if its beauty can't compare to yours,
What good are the days when each moment you are so far from me,
What good is life, when you are not in it...
What good is it?

Angry? ... No

Hatred? ... No

Why?

..... Hope.....