The Sun has set and night does reign
So thus begins my punctual pain
Hours spent in wandering thought
How you and I have come to naught
This bed is cold and lacks its lust
My every plan has been a bust
I try each night to speak your name
Yet dreadful thoughts I can not tame
Give me this night a chance to say
My life did end when you went away
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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