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Dying hopes
In this cold and overlong night,
Waiting for the elusive sleep to come,
I lay on this thorny bed all alone, but,
My thoughts are flying around you,
Like a moth encircling the flame.
My wings burnt in the flame of love,
My hopes died between your lips
And my life lost the colour and shine,
I lay in this dingy room, alone and lonely,
Lost in the thoughts of you.
Waiting for the elusive sleep to come,
I lay on this thorny bed all alone, but,
My thoughts are flying around you,
Like a moth encircling the flame.
My wings burnt in the flame of love,
My hopes died between your lips
And my life lost the colour and shine,
I lay in this dingy room, alone and lonely,
Lost in the thoughts of you.
Published 3rd Aug 2019
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