The sun and the moon/The son of the moonA Poem by dukovan
Where do I start?
We're worlds apart under the same sun. One thousand sons five hundred days taking two at a time. If theres really no time then how could I manage to hope to manage mine. How does this end? Exploding the sun for the moon, for a friend. One thousand men better than me saving the best for the last thing you said. Arranging the last thing you heard, you step out of context to see where else it works. A prior arrangement for a plan so absurd. I hope this still works. Pray like a b*****d then forget every word. Theres nothing new under the sun. The moon is my mother so at night I hold my tongue. I'm sick of these rhymes but they seem to be my only consistency. Its nothing new and I'm just fine, I hope you're fine with me. © 2012 dukovanReviews
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