I lay awake
facing the ceiling I know so well
The tears fall,
like the furious storm outside my window
and the current of thoughts
like a desperate river
in a rainy weather
that fills my head
My breath is short
the dream now gone
it took the sunshine, it took your face
the face I loved so dearly,
a love that was never returned,
stayed in my heart to torture me,
I guess I'm not worthy of your love.
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