A melancholic thought floats like aimless kite
It stays glued to my sight, fragile and light
Hope rewinds a clock, unwavering and strong,
How hope turned so vile, deceptive, and wrong?
Days are short, a witness to my mind's commotions,
Nights were long, drowned in my own dysfunctions.
Your thoughts gave me comfort when I sleep,
My visions were weak, yet their promises I keep.
Unforgettable memories like weathered stones,
gave me warmth when I miss her sweet tone
Like a scouring thorn, it scrubs over my mind
And it murmurs softly, this life is your plight
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