The days are short
and the nights are long
Nights filled
with thoughts of you.
Craving, longing, dreaming:
the affection you
bestow upon her,
the way my heart beats —
as if it were yours,
And how
the Sun could never
compete with
The light
in your eyes.
How foolish I am,
To miss
what was never mine
To dream
of what I could never have
To hope
for something — anything.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
The days are short
and the nights are long
Nights filled
with thoughts of you.
Craving, longing, dreaming:
the affection you
bestow upon her,
the way my heart beats —
as if it were yours,
And how
the Sun could never
compete with
The light
in your eyes.
How foolish I am,
To miss
what was never mine
To dream
of what I could never have
To hope
for something — anything.
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