Midnights gaze on distant skies,
A wish that can't come true,
Sunken shops long empty shores,
A heart that's broke into.
A place where rainbows can't occur,
Storms which have no end,
A timeless wait on hopeless dreams,
A soul which cannot mend.
A lonesome dove drifts alone,
A star too far to see,
Destiny mocks the spirits will,
With mountains that's too steep.
A dieing roses last attempt,
To grasp the morning sun,
Finding out what's sure to be,
To death the rose succumbs.
A longing that is unexplained,
A need that goes unmet,
And emptiness too deep to fill,
Leaves only deep regret.
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