Each night when all the world is sleeping..
she stays awake and waits for daybreak.
she stares at the ceiling as teardrops fall down her cheeks.
she cries in silence. her screams are voiceless.
she is breathless.
she shivers like in winter
yet she burns like the scorching heat of summer.
chilly wind brushes her body
as she calls for somebody
but she knows there is nobody
his name she utters
as sweet memories slowly turn bitter
she gets weaker and weaker
and the days go slower and slower
she asks why
she asks when
she asks how
but the answers are nowhere to be found now
Each night as the clock strikes midnight
she cries
she kneels
she prays
she hopes
She hopes someday as the clock strikes midnight
warmth will engulf her
peace will dwell in her
love will grow in her
For as the clock strikes midnight he is holding her tight.
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