What is Hell

If not every waking moment without you

Every second of every minute

Every minute of every hour

I am thinking of you


I am thinking of your smile

Of your laughter

Of your touch

Of us


What had been us

Fit together like two pieces

Of one harmonious puzzle

That is what we were


But many nights have long since passed

Since I was held in your arms

I am so cold

Yet so warm without you


This must be what Hell s like

Burnt with a passion so strong

Unable to be extinguished

Yet more impossible to reciprocate


And we haven't even met yet



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