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The lonely night

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It is spent with my thoughts running crazy about you.

A bed, supposed to be a status of comfort,

I have baptized it a status of turmoil.

I am restless, turning and rolling on my sides,

Hallucinating that you are laying on the other side
and forward I stretch out my cold hand.

To feel your presence only to be met by a cold, empty surface.
Then my heart sinks the more.

It is hard to get me some sweet sleep,

My bedroom, it is now like a romantic torture cell.
The lonely night. Such a heartless, emotionless, cold lonely night.

I only wish that you help me turn tomorrow’s into a “couples night”.

 

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