To watch the morning sun rise
Only to face the inevitable good-bye
A weeping glow in the night
Guarded lonely hours of twilight
Tricked by the light of the stars
The moon was covered with open scars
Each engraved more of the story
Of leaving, of loving, of
f
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i
n
g ...slowly
A carved out tale told by the sky
Of the idea of a love that went awry
Which faded at night and rose in the morning
When the moon stayed up long enough
To watch the blinding rays shine
Then turned to face the inevitable good-bye.
