Sleepless in my bed-
Where are you now, my lover?
Long nights of aching.
Where are you now, my lover?
Long nights of aching.
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Anyone who has ever had any kind of love knows what it's like to miss their loved one in the middle of the night. To wish they were there to love and be loved. To want, to feel a need for the presence of a person who occupies a piece of their heart.
ReplyDeleteI think the world gets you on this one.