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everynight~

i feel to cry,

in my dreams~

i hold him tight,

because he lives~

in my heart!

it might not be fancy to him,

though maybe it might!

i know there's nothing in~

but a deep amount,

of love and passion~

only to him it all will start!



today,

i feel like aborting my mission,

though i simply cant,

he's slowly killing me,

and i know i'm glad!

i tried to make that confession,

i tried to make him feel,

at least to say " i oneday tried".



i'm in love,

i admit it!

thinking of him,

became a habit;

as all that love, had set me apart!



today i wonder,

how did i become a dreamer?

why day by day i'm falling deeper?

is he happy to see me suffer?

or does his ego just grow bigger?



he became the nova,

that showed me whats missing,

i thought " it must be over,

my heart he's killing!"



today he's gone,

but  i need to know,

with love stories~

am i done?

what will i do,

with my memories?

again i ask,

what is happiness,

where is the sun!



The end,

25\5\2004