Midnight thoughts consume my mind,
Thoughts of love and wasted time,
The countless hours of time you stole,
Along with my heart and the remains of a soul,
That had been beaten down throughout the years,
A teenage boy left in tears,
Waiting for someone to take him back,
A caring girl who would mend the crack,
That left his heart split in two,
A piece for her and a piece for you.
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