At night, I lay here and cry upon memories witch you have so easily forgotten.
At night, I dream of what could have been, what shoud have been.
At night, I wonder if you are near or far.
At night, I can hear you're voice, Oh how it mocks me so.
At night, I dive into a world of fantacy were I am the princess and you my prince charming.
At night, I can see you're eyes, and the way they can look into mine and not feel a thing.
At night, I pray for the sun not to rise for it brings another day with out you in my life.
Sarah
Cantu
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