Monday, June 24, 2019

Final Thoughts

When all is said and done,
And the moon no longer reflects the sun,
You take a look around,
Back on the frozen ground,
Face to the darkest skies...
Screaming at the top of your lungs "Why?!"

But you knew it all along,
Your faded woe-like song.
Pushed all that cared away...

Now you're wishing they had stayed.

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