I cling to whats left of a gorgous night,
Being 'lone, its just another black sight.
Three days ago I died in your embrace,
Three days ago, the silence became pain.
I've waited far more than I ever Should,
For a word from your lips; if you just would.
But here I sit, in my ususal Spot,
Wondering if I failed, at what I saught.
Somehow everything got caught and burned,
All our enraptured words, and heads we turned.
I'm quite sure I'm insane because of this,
But thats fine, I'd rather wait for your kiss.
Its the black and white of a lonley Life,
The nothing in the small things of my delight.
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