Friday, September 10, 2010

Underneath a Waning Moon

Underneath a waning moon
Cheap, delicate, sickly
We sat and stared
Directly at the stars
What did you want to tell me?
I hope it was something beautiful
Something that reached directly into my soul

The stars fell down
We couldn’t keep up with all the wishes
Each one made was for someone else
I made one for you
So you could see me
For who I really am

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