-Revised and reposted-
It’s two-o’clock,
but it seems
like six or seven.
The grayish clouds
are thickening,
and it’s starting
to drizzle.
While an old melody
starts playing,
a very familiar longing
begins unfolding.
And
as the “long,
dark”
and very “lonely night”
is slow approaching,
memories
are fast rewinding.
While silent tears
begin
to fall,
this very lonely heart,
is inevitably missing;
uncontrollably hoping;
and, so undeniably
yearning
anew.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
What a wonderful post. I love the art, and I can feel the pain expressed in smooth flow of words. Lovely music too. Thanks Aina.
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Your art, Francis is way, way better than that. Likewise, your photography is getting amazing too. Thank you for the kind words, and the unwavering friendship! Thank you.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Aina. I was very moved.
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Totally how I felt last night, thank you for piecing our emotions into words 🙂
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Really? Sorry to hear that. It was tough, that even I tried to ignore, and bury myself to books, something inside was screaming, and haunting. Thank you, Pink!
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Hi, Jean. Thanks for the kind words. I used to. But I don’t have time these days due to school.
Broken heart? I used to. And though I kept saying the wounds have healed, on and off, I couldn’t hold the tears.
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