degraded and tired the leaves cry as the wind pushes them around,
they're used to this by now
although they beg the moon for forgiveness as he was the one who was their only witness they knew their time was limitless
the moon ignores their cries, their pleads as the leaves get pushed to bleed
the moon, he stares but doesn't say a word, he's always there but so is air
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
degraded and tired the leaves cry as the wind pushes them around,
they're used to this by now
although they beg the moon for forgiveness as he was the one who was their only witness they knew their time was limitless
the moon ignores their cries, their pleads as the leaves get pushed to bleed
the moon, he stares but doesn't say a word, he's always there but so is air
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