Tossing, turning.
Your name echos though the night.
Longing to see you longing to hold you,
But yet life gets in the way.
I lay watching my ceiling hoping praying to see you.
I slowly drift off to sleep.
Awoken in a cold sweat,
It was us happy together
But its not suppose to be.
I'm with someone else...
Morning...
Another restless night.
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