Far from where we spend a dark opposite of the bright day, the sweet night I mean,
Still by my side I feel you,
I smile but cannot talk,
I giggle, but cannot demonstrate,
I hold, but cannot touch,
I look, but cannot see,
Ain't alone, but maybe,
Am distinctly lonely,
Only left in a pure merely poetic globe,
To stare at your silhuate,
In the swirling white nimbus,
Clouds of pure thoughts n wishes,
The inverted blue bowel of the horizon,
Look down at me,
And it's a kind of sympathizing...
ACTUALY AM LONELY
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