Look at the moon, white and shining.
How far is it, can you touch ?
As far away as love, as near as lust.
Appearing so beautiful, but in reality- dust.
Listen to the waves, blue and foaming.
Is it ebb tide, can you reach ?
crash like a cry, then whisper-like lapping.
Offers support but all the time sapping.
feel the heat of the sun, red and searing.
Is it too much, will you flee ?
As hot as first passion,then comes the eclipse.
The fire will die with a cry on its' lips.
How far is it, can you touch ?
As far away as love, as near as lust.
Appearing so beautiful, but in reality- dust.
Listen to the waves, blue and foaming.
Is it ebb tide, can you reach ?
crash like a cry, then whisper-like lapping.
Offers support but all the time sapping.
feel the heat of the sun, red and searing.
Is it too much, will you flee ?
As hot as first passion,then comes the eclipse.
The fire will die with a cry on its' lips.
1 comment:
wow
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im speecheless man
i loved it
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