Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Moon on My Bed



Silently, silently in the night
What am I doing?
So let down
Lying on my bed
I can only see the moon
Through my pan
You are far
It warms me
But now the moon has slowly moved behind the clouds
Leaving me alone, alone
Ascending darkness upon me
How can be the night?
No night, no night
No evening, no evening
It comes every time…
I am dying
Thinking of visions
The visions of you
on my bed
Show me the moon.

I can’t wake up in the morning
For this whole night I can’t sleep
And days have become my nights
What can be good?
What happened to me?
I have changed
Because of the lack of love
That you show to me.

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