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For now you sit alone
Inside your desolate room
Head bandaged and heart bruised
The medicine gives you insomnia
But supposedly boosts your mood
You yearn for sleep
To meet her in your dreams
To visit the memories
But sometimes you'd rather stay conscious
Because it's never fun to wake up
With tear stained cheeks
Or worse, uttering her familiar name
You'se spoken so many times before
When life was a little brighter
But still far from perfect
On those lonely forsaken nights
When you can't even meet her in sleep
You write her letters laced with love
And sonnets stained with solace
All the while asking yourself
Will she ever so much as glance at this?
Will she ever so much as glance at me?
As you continue to compose
I pray it not in vain

madison newport