Here I am, laying in my bed,
wondering how I'm not dead
if you're not here
and won't be getting any near.
Here I am,
Repeating your name
looking for memories
as if I was seeking for remedies
Here I am,
regretting of being quiet.
The time came,
but I still kept it private.
You used to slow down time!
Sit by my side
and to the clouds I'd slide,
just wishing that you could be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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