Looking Through Stained Glass

Thinking of You


I stare out my window, crying soft in the night
Am I wrong to want you still? Don’t know - am I right?
Thinking over, yet again, what would I exchange?
Of all this I still know, not a thing would have changed
You and I, an explosive pair, completely blew
In a flash, our forever, was finally through
Sleepless yet again, I know, this is my penance
Solitude at night, for me, holds naught but menace

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