Darkness. Black Agony.
Love never stays - ever.
It only comes to visit for a short while.
Then he leaves.
He leaves without a word, leaving me frustrated.
My back is against the door; I hold my knees against my chest, waiting for Love to knock on my door again.
Before he could even knock twice, my door will be wide open.
I'll stand there, waiting for my missing embrace.
But until then, I'll continue to wait impatiently, slipping into an agony - a black agony.
Surely, sadness has come to visit too many times to count.
That's not what I long for.
I long for Love.
The Black Agony must leave.
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