The night is coming to an end,
as I lay here, silent in my bed.
Tears roll down my face,
and I sigh, wishing I were dead.
I thought we had something,
I felt you in my bones,
My soul feels empty,
this doesn't feel like home.
I cannot explain the thoughts racing through my brain.
Your face is implanted in my memory,
and with every beat of my heart, there is ache and there is pain.
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