Often I sit and
waste my time,
Thinking of all
that I have let go…
I have no reason
to crib or whine,
For I am the one
responsible for my sorrow.
I look at the
stars and the moon at night,
They appear to me
as close as we were.
Then I realize the
stars are not meant for the moon,
And reality says
they are miles afar.
People think I am yours,
I don’t say
they’re wrong,
But, you
aren’t mine and that’s the truth,
The somber end to
a happy song.
For what appears
to be apparent,
Is just a myth and
not what’s true.
And no matter how
hard I try,
You aren’t mine
and I’m not the one for you!
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