We sat under those stars,
As the moon was meant to rise,
But It didnt,
for want of a smile.
Was the moon wrong for not giving
to your wants, if you would not succumb to its.
"When you gonna love you as much as I do?"
Dust filled our mouths as we kissed
under the moonless nights.
You said you were happy.
But I see the cobwebs in your smile.
and the tear stains on your pillows.
Can you love me perfectly,
When you obsess over her obsession?
I try and splash your world in colour,
But all you see is shades of blue,
Who's to blame for your blindness,
Surely not me,her
Lost and bleeding in your heart,
Can you lead me any further,
Or shall I stay here,
To suffer in your unhappiness,
Forever?
The bright comet pierced the moonless night,
as you pulled away, like you did,
At all the wrong times,
But I stayed, For want of a smile.
I'll make the moon rise.
Maybe I have enough smiles for both of us.
Or maybe I'll learn to live without the moon,
Again.
But at least I have the stars,
I CAN make them shine brighter,
For you,
us.














Comments
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...Both did an excellent job of using the powers of illusion to disturb and confound sexy pubescent girls. But I'll give the edge to the cat, as interspecies pedophilia is a bit less creepy when in cartoon form.
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What? Oh I was just gonna go to the incinerator room. Y'know? Burn in the blessed flames of death.
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...Both did an excellent job of using the powers of illusion to disturb and confound sexy pubescent girls. But I'll give the edge to the cat, as interspecies pedophilia is a bit less creepy when in cartoon form.
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What? Oh I was just gonna go to the incinerator room. Y'know? Burn in the blessed flames of death.
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...Both did an excellent job of using the powers of illusion to disturb and confound sexy pubescent girls. But I'll give the edge to the cat, as interspecies pedophilia is a bit less creepy when in cartoon form.
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What? Oh I was just gonna go to the incinerator room. Y'know? Burn in the blessed flames of death.
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What? Oh I was just gonna go to the incinerator room. Y'know? Burn in the blessed flames of death.
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...Both did an excellent job of using the powers of illusion to disturb and confound sexy pubescent girls. But I'll give the edge to the cat, as interspecies pedophilia is a bit less creepy when in cartoon form.
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