It's midnight, my love.
I'm not sleeping, my love.
For you, I keep my eyes open, my love.
For you, I think about tomorrow, my love.
Because, my love,
You just won't understand, not yet my love.
How many nights, my love,
I have spent wide awake, my love.
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A Poet's Tears- Poetry made by the broken hearted
PoesíaSome poems that I wrote while under life's harshness.
