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the light-side
On the bright side of the moon,
Is where the darkest things hide,
A veil of grief and desolation,
Engulfs the soul from inside.
The stars weep in silent agony,
Their twinkle faded, lost in pain,
A desolate landscape stretches far,
Where hope struggles to sustain.
The moon's surface, a barren wasteland,
Reflects the sorrow that resides,
A broken heart echoes through the void,
As darkness within slowly subsides.
On the bright side of the moon,
Desolation finds its eternal dwelling,
Where sadness reigns supreme,
And hope's embers are constantly quelling.
No solace, no respite to be found,
Just a melancholic melody that plays,
In this desolate lunar expanse,
Where sorrow dances in endless ways.
So let the moon weep its tears,
And I will do the same
As the hour grows near
Forever in darkness forever my shame
© jMaj161914
Is where the darkest things hide,
A veil of grief and desolation,
Engulfs the soul from inside.
The stars weep in silent agony,
Their twinkle faded, lost in pain,
A desolate landscape stretches far,
Where hope struggles to sustain.
The moon's surface, a barren wasteland,
Reflects the sorrow that resides,
A broken heart echoes through the void,
As darkness within slowly subsides.
On the bright side of the moon,
Desolation finds its eternal dwelling,
Where sadness reigns supreme,
And hope's embers are constantly quelling.
No solace, no respite to be found,
Just a melancholic melody that plays,
In this desolate lunar expanse,
Where sorrow dances in endless ways.
So let the moon weep its tears,
And I will do the same
As the hour grows near
Forever in darkness forever my shame
© jMaj161914
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