sometimes at night,
when I can't fall asleep,
I sit at the open window
and cry,
regretting all the wasted nights
the time we spend sleeping,
so far apart,
night stealing out lives.
This world doesn't make sense,
and so I don't sleep.
Time wasted crying,
useless hours.
The only reason why,
I put my head on the pillow
and try,
and try to close my eyes
is to meet you in the dream.
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