Dread
I always dread,
The light of day,
With no one to hold,
With no one to kiss,
The clouds are filled,
With the darkest gray,
Searching for love,
Which is so far away,
My heart listens,
For footsteps of love,
My eyes searches,
For a beautiful mate,
Looking for love,
Where ever it might be,
My heart dies,
When the sun,
Decides to sleep.
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