Last night was the moon
Today is the sun
We're all under pressure
We're all under the gun
Can't you stop for a minute?
Remember who you are
Sometimes we take things
A little too far
You seem to have choosen
Your own way to go
There's no room for the moon
The sun doesn't dare show
I hope you're not too lonely
But someday you'll see
The pressure was no excuse
For saying good-bye to me
3 comments:
Uh oh. This doesn't sound good. I hope things are okay with you two.
This was powerful, Laura, nicely done.
Churlita: Poetry is very cathartic. Things are okay now. Of course this could change at any moment. sigh.
Tara: Thank you.
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