I think the worst nights
Are the ones when we
Cry ourselves to sleep.
I said this forty-
seven days ago. Now what
do I truly have?
I no longer think
of what you are doing,
or how you might be.
I suppose that now
I am once again free to
be with anyone.
Forty-Seven days
since I said never again;
It can’t be like this.
A lot can happen
between now and forever;
the days are fleeting.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
I think the worst nights
Are the ones when we
Cry ourselves to sleep.
I said this forty-
seven days ago. Now what
do I truly have?
I no longer think
of what you are doing,
or how you might be.
I suppose that now
I am once again free to
be with anyone.
Forty-Seven days
since I said never again;
It can’t be like this.
A lot can happen
between now and forever;
the days are fleeting.
"A lot can happen between now and never"- GoT
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