I imagine you waited on the moon to come out,
you're just one of those people who would love to doubt.
Because fate wasn't, seeing it your way,
yearning for truth, eyes muted gray.
Possibly, my picture is all wrong,
maybe you're laughing, still going strong.
But for the dark haired boy, who moved last August
going strong seems a twisted way to be remembered.
Snap Shot
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 1:05 AM
Tags: Life, Poems, Randomness
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