I stare at my ceiling,
Smooth and white,
Oh its her favorite color,
Now she's out of my sight,
She is up there,
Very high,
Now I remember,
How I met thy,
Sweet memories,
Now not so sweet,
Because my happiness,
They did eat...
Then I turn left,
And see my mirror,
It shows everything,
Very clear,
I can see in my eyes,
Her laugh and dance,
But she never,
Gave me a chance,
To hold her hand,
To show my love...
Then I see down,
A box of medicines,
Which one could heal,
My wounded soul,
Nothing...
Then I turn right,
I see a light,
Its from a tube light,
Thank edison,
But it cant brighten,
My life...
Wish there was something,
Other than love,
To cure my soul,
Then I lie down,
To fall asleep,
Who knew that,
I would sleep forever,
But my love is eternal,
Still grows...
And growing....
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