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Tears On My Pillow
"The darkened sky stole my tears" Quote by Sponsor. As the brisk morning light illuminates my room, I feel overwhelmed by a foreboding air of doom. Melancholy presence within every waking pore. Is it I have been missing that someone I adore ? Tears on my pillow were left there while I slept. Wonderful memories of him so preciously kept. Guarded by the night, for only dreams to recall. Then why in slumber did these moist drops fall ? The night keeps my secret? I miss him so much. By day all smiles, while I'm longing for his touch. Now this tearful tendency, I'm uncertain of why. Remembering arcadian times shouldn't make me cry. Mendacious vibes are now quite pervasive this morn. Is it missing him? Is that the reason I am so forlorn? Knowing him and his love, gives a euphoric feeling. By day all smiles, loving him gives the affect of healing. At midnight the clock chimes, twelve will be pealing. The darkness of night, its my tears it will be stealing. Deep in slumber and oblivious, I wouldn't even know, If I didn't wake in the morn to find tears on my pillow. Maybe in my sleep, I dreamed away all my fears. Maybe "The darkened sky stole my tears" Guarded by the night is it only then I cry? Tears on my pillow, all that's left by the darkened sky.
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