My Usual Nights
dark night
silver moon
fainted thoughts
bottle of wine and smoked filled room
denim jeans
white shirt
a broken guitar
do nothing but gazing at stars
one bed and two pillows
one for me and other for her
teardrops on my bed
as i know she will return never again
where is my mind
i speak to myself
as dark posters sorround me
and dark books in my shelf
i feel sleepy now
shoes are still on
its next day as life goes on
day is work time having her in my mind
good night my sweet friends its again night time.
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