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Chair and the Scenery
I sit on my old chair today,
By the window,
Looking at the city lights,
Shining so bright that my eyes hurt looking at them.
I like the occasional breeze,
Touching my bare skin,
Along with the moonlight,
Making me feel real;
And I think,
Of all the nights I have sat at the exact same chair,
Looking at the exact same scenery,
Listening to sad songs,
Dripping tears of heartbreak,
And missing the wrong people.
How I wish I hadn’t dragged the chair today back here again,
Looking at the same scenery,
Which once accompanied in many sad nights,
Making me feel empty, alone,
Then and now too.
