Untitled Poem by Morbid Daydreamer

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By myself; not alone,
the blaze has set (surrendered to the cold) ,
but I am nothing less than warm.

Across from me, where clocks still move-my bed sleeps by one,
but again I think of you,
so tonight my bed sleeps by two.

Tonight I rest,
though broken hearted,
my love undead-it lives!
in little pieces with you always.

Lost lover, love me?
Lost friend, think of me?
You still do, whenever I may dream.

The void within measured by the distance seperating,
The pain, the pain defined by the echoes of the silence;
sealed lips for lent ear,
of all words planned,
'Goodbye' appeared, never spoken.

So long awaited, so short our time,
when I wish again and again for you tomorrow,
'forever' cannot not be left behind.

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