post the not so complete 'gudnight'
So what if I wasn't your passion
at least I was your love
So what if your obsessions are made of stones
at least I'm there who melts around you
So what if the day became night and the night ended
tomorrow will be a new day
with new dreams, desires and hopes
maybe more tears and heart breaks
I end the day today
smeared with ink
and blotted ink
Let the sun rise tomorrow
I have yet too many questions
unanswered
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