August Ninth

Every waking moment
Of every single day,
My heart feels dull and empty
In every single way.
I miss knowing you'll be there,
Through all, through thick and thin,
I miss the way you know how
To wake my smile within.
You are my shining beacon,
You are my shining light,
You are the peice my soul needs
To get me through these nights.
So 'til you come to your senses,
'til you know just what you need,
'til the day of pact is broken,
My soul stands incomplete.