Singing Night

January 23, 2012
By whiteelephant BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
whiteelephant BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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The night sings to me in your voice
The moon opens its eyes and they’re yours
I sit transfixed by their beauty
As I stay
Thinking about what I do not have
My pillow is wet
My tears.
I’ve cried so many.
And as my heart longs for yours
There is nothing I can do
The trees torture me with their leaves of velvet
They tell me how you won’t be mine
And as my paper heart tears
The moon glows its’ amazing gleam
And how it shines down on the calm waters so beautiful
I wait for a better future.

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