In the nigt I roam,
looking for my home.
I find great delight in your smile,
and my home is forgotten for a while.
But I still roam while trying to erase,
the reminder of your beautifull face.
From my mind it will not leave,
but your love I will never receive.
With the thought of you saying no,
I will never truly know.
People say that their is a light at the end of the tunnel,
But I missed it and now their is only more tunnel.
 
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