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Under the midnight moon, I no longer feel your touch.
Under the midnight moon, to see you cry is just too much.
At the break of dawn, you're still here.
At the break of dawn, long after the mourners cleared.
All I want is to touch your cheek.
All I want is to make you feel unique.
You call out my name
You call, but I cannot come.
Your grieving crys break my heart.
Your grieving crys make me remember the start.
Back when we said we loved one another.
Back when one couldn't live without the other.
Under the midnight moon, you claw at the stone marker.
Under the midnight moon, I can tell your heart grows darker.
I'm sorry, my love, our crys will go unheard.
Ther is no one to listen here ......
It seems to them, the grave is preferred
- by In Search of that Booty |
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- | Submitted on 05/24/2009 |
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- Title: Under The Midnight Moon
- Artist: In Search of that Booty
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Description:
Boredom is the mother of most of my poems. Why can't I stop making dark poems? T^T
- Date: 05/24/2009
- Tags: under midnight moon
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Comments (2 Comments)
- demon strait outta_hell - 05/08/2010
- Oh my, I love this poem. You are officially the first person on my idles list. Beautiful poem.
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- XxBrokenAngel22xX - 05/27/2009
- wow, i really liked this poem smile it seems very sad yet it has a dark twist on it. i like it. good job.
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