I am still awake as the clock nears midnight,
Sitting up at my desk,
Clicking like at every picture of yours.
The state of my mind is utterly grotesque,
I can no longer bear my own plight.

I wish I could reach in and touch your face,
Your skin would feel so smooth and soft,
Instead my hand hits a cold glass screen.
My heart used to soar aloft,
Now it is to be found in no place.

I can not help but stare at the beauty,
As I gaze I wonder if you loved me,
If you ever loved me,
As you said to me in the shadow of the mango tree.
Or are you now showing your true colours of vanity?

Whatever it may be, all I know is that I love you very much,
Like a busy bee, I keep myself busy to forget your touch.

Very nice.

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