When the whole city is in sleep ,
Lonelines is growin ,
Mist is developin ,
Im cryin locked up in a glass cage ...
Loneliness sorrounding me ,
and is a torture to me ,
your thoughts are making me go sleepness ,
the moon does't kiss and offers coffee ....
She is not here to blow out ,
a speck dat falls into my eyes
y aren't ur here to calm my raffled mind ,
Im here and ur far apart fm me..
Each momentz dat passes by ,
is more like years to me .
My pen wants imposition of ur name in ma diary ,
and my pen acquires sweetness with ants swarming on it.....
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