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Tonight I sit alone with the madness

My mental storms, feeding

Upon a lonely heart.

Drift upon the waters of thought,

Unforgiving, windswept, oceans

Of calm less liquidity,

Posing as dreams upon my wakened brow.

 

The suffering of a romantic,

Without his one to romance.

The darkening of night

Tucked into the sorrowful void

Of a lovesick soul.

Homeless, without my lover,

Loved but away from home.

 

Cool covers contain me,

Empty without her warmth to embrace.

Love of a life remembered.

Missed untill tomorrow,

I shall see her again.

 

:raven:

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