Ant Smith

All poems

I grieve you in the morning

I grieve you though you're breathing
Laying next to me
Staring at the ceiling
What will be will always be

I grieve you though you're sleeping
And dreaming dreams of me
I have this desperate feeling
What will be will always be

I grieve you though believing
The vows you said to me
I know that you'll be leaving
Afore eternity

I grieve you in the morning
For I fear each passing day
What will be will always be
We're all lost to our eternities