The Truth

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Sadder then a lone stray night

With the cold air stinging at your nose,

And the gray dullness taking over.

What shall I do in this world with you gone,

For everything else has lost its appeal and affection on me.

And what shall I say when I have nothing to say,

When the deep sleep wraps over me?

Oh how I miss our late night talks,

With all the comfort and sweetness.

While the world has silently slept, we talked,

Completely unnoticed.

With my brave facade that I'm playing,

I say that it doesn't matter,

But how do you know?

In this night, I lay on my bed,

With nothing to think, say, do or notice.

My mind always wraps around one thing,

The next day, when I'll see you.

And while the whole time,

I've gone unnoticed,

My face brights up when I see you.

How happy am I,

I do not know,

But one thing clear: There is you.

The reality its self seems unreal,

But is it real with you here?

Sometimes I think it as fantasy,

Or luck, maybe both.

The truth is,

I need you.

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⏰ Last updated: May 26, 2011 ⏰

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