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I stare up at the sky,
Tears running down my face.
First you spoke I thought I'd die
From your beauty and your grace.
You were my friend,
And I was yours, so long,
But all of that came to an end
At the end of our life's love song.
The moon is shining so bright
Upon my tear-streaked face,
Upon this tear-streaked night,
As if this is its only place.
I start to hate its light.
Why is it showing everyone
The tears I try to hide?
Why, when it is the one
I give the right to see
The tears I try to hide,
But it shows those other than me.
With that bright, shining light.
And then I understand.
The moon is not showing them.
I reach to the moon, I stand.
The moon, now, is such a gem.
The moon is not showing all of them,
No, it is showing ME!
Oh, that moon is a gem, my gem
To be even closer, I reach and climb the tree
Trying to touch my perfect friend.
It says, upon its grand light throne,
That, if I want it to be my friend,
I am not alone.
It tells me that you were not my life,
That there is more to me than love,
That just you were not so much to put me under the knife,
That you were not enough.
So even though seeing you,
Means something inside me dies,
My moon says that it will be there,
And then my moon cries.
 FN Pixie · Thu Jan 01, 2009 @ 01:33am · 2 Comments |
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