Looking up at the sky,
Makes me wanna cry,
I question myself,
"Will I ever say 'goodbye,"
The stars look at me,
With there being a he and a she,
They remind me of my friends,
Which I only have three,
With the moon high above,
Glowing as white as a dove,
The moon is beautiful,
It fills me with lots of love,
The Big Dipper starts to form,
As I look at it outside of my dorm,
It's not only cold out,
But there's a big storm,
As the night goes away,
Comes a brand new day,
Good-bye my lovely friends,
While I watch you start to decay.
June 11th, 2016
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