When the imprints of my head on the pillow
Creating the dimple in its centre hole
Filled with my salty tears
Shedding for you all the night long!
If each brick could speak, that
Gathered up in my four walls
Each will tell its undying tale
Its sufferance from spring to fall.
Haunting echo of my sobs
Enclosed in the room below
Echoing from the sobs of your name
Every time I’m feeling low!
This world will one day be
Cleaned away by my sorrows
But can’t wipe away my undying love
For you, with you it will follow!
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