The clock is ticking late into the night,
It is ten past two.
I’m sitting here alone,
And I am missing you.
You are peacefully sleeping.
Your mind is far away dreaming.
I am anxious to sleep,
For that is when I see your delicate face.
In my dreams of distortion and fantasy,
I know I am complete.
You are near me,
And my heart starts to replete.
Happiness.
Until I wake up and the sun warms my skin,
I lay there alone,
And the joy in my heart instantly grows thin.
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