Every night is lonely.
My thoughts are occupied by only you;
Perhaps it is time for us to talk.
There must be a way to find you again.
You used to be my morning star.
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Deep Down Depression
PoetryWe always said we would be together forever. We believed that nothing had the power to separate us. I think that's what made losing you so much worse.
Empty
Every night is lonely.
My thoughts are occupied by only you;
Perhaps it is time for us to talk.
There must be a way to find you again.
You used to be my morning star.
