And when I thought you left me
when I thought you went away
you gave me this scar I cannot erase
why, didn't you hear my plea?
I'm jumping now on craters
The moon mirrored itself to me
I looked above unhappy
saying, "Can i still do better?"
I saw dawn approaching
as I tucked myself to sleep
But when emotions run deep
The fruits will start riping.
A poem with no sense I made
Cause I now am ruined
I know it's now up to the wind
for every scar to fade.
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