An empty house with empty rooms
Cannot but blossom into a home
A gloomy morning, an omnipresent lull
This is not where happiness dwells
A lonely night lonelier than ever
Another futile effort to search for slumber
A hungry stomach that yearns the bite
Of glee, all else won't go down right
A wasted heart that loneliness stings
A wait for the smile the loved one brings
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