No matter how many nights It's been since you've both passed
The moon still looks the same
No matter how many nights it's been since you walked out if my life and into another mans arms the moon still looks the same
That pale white glow
That let's me know
It's ok to let go
The moon pushes and pulls the tide
So how could I ever break my stride
How could I ever be filled with anything less then pride
For who I am
And my will to not give a damn.
And what I've been through
With you.
How could I ever look at the moon and wonder if you are too
thinking about me
and how things used to be.
I like to tell myself your only high
And out with a different guy
Just to get by
And that inside, when you think of me you die
Because I was your one and only
And maybe that's why now you look so homely.
But I'm starting to think I'm wrong
Hearing the tune of my own song
Because the fact is much worse
That you could care less if I'm riding in a hearse
That you truly don't see
The me
I always wanted to be.
Specifically for you.
Oh well I guess it's too late cuz were through.
I tried
I lied
And we both died
A little inside
But I'll keep going through the motions
Just like the moon commands the oceans
And sways the tide
I must keep my straight
To a brighter tomorrow
And get away from all my sorrow
Filled nights
And end all these fights
In my own head
So I don't end up dead.
I hope you find your tune
Before you meet your own doom
Under the light of the moon.
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Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
