White Flag

Even with my eyes closing fast

The thought of you still fights vast

The last thought before i sleep

Angers me because I’m weak

I spend all day going forward

But spend all night getting nowhere

My defense falls at the last stage

My bed is viewed as a cage

I can’t get out or refrain

From what truly leaves me in pain

It would be worthwhile

If i could not smile

When your image arises

In front of my eyes.

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