This Night
Staring at those sleepless stars
Wishing to heal these endless scars
This immense night cries with me
As little droplets fall, I can see
Staring at the dark vast skies
Reminiscing the looks of your sparkling eyes
This blurry night is sad like me
As its breath danced…cold and slowly
What’s with this night?
I can hear your song still living in the air
I can still see your face painted everywhere
I cannot stop reading your romantic verses
And all of these are tearing me into millions of pieces
And every time the sun sleeps,
I continue to look above
Dreaming that you are still in love
That your heart still beats for the same face
And your senses miss those old-shared days
Staring every night is a same ancient story
Not of books of philosophy or history
But of a love happily found and now was gone
Now every night is gloomy... the curse of what you had done
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