I’m sorry for dialing your number so late at night
but I just couldn’t refrain,
Sort of like breathing and wishing with might,
in a mind twisted, estranged.
You lie below,
You live above.
My heart was breaking just thinking of you,
its hard to contain!
Wishing to see you here with me to…
save me from my mind, deranged.
Don’t hide below
To go above!
I can’t believe that you’re really gone
‘cause all that’s left is this stupid poem
that I keep in my pocket.
So, Good night,
Bittersweet love song.














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