I Think Of You

Do you ever think of me

In the still of night

When sleep will not come

Am I a happy memory

Or a regert or nothing

In the silence and gloom

Sofe  notes of falling rain

A lullaby whose silent words

Hide in tangled memories

All that had been

Might forever be

The sigh between our lips

Magic and poetry

Under the summer moon

I think of you

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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