it looks like the moon and I
are both crying tonight
for love we let slip
through our fingers
it was a beautiful love
but all beautiful things die sometime
and nothing gold can stay
so the moon lost its sun
and I lose my own light
so i guess
we'll be crying
tonight.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1