I was looking at the strawberry moon
I remember, it was the month of June
It shines so brightly
And I fell in love with it badly.
I then felt a stinging pain
No, actually it was my heart who’s in vain
A memory of you sparks up my mind
A memory of us, on my last sight.
Like the moon, you lit up my dim life
You lightened up my hard nights
And with those little things you’ve done
I fell in love with you, even now that you’re gone.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
I was looking at the strawberry moon
I remember, it was the month of June
It shines so brightly
And I fell in love with it badly.
I then felt a stinging pain
No, actually it was my heart who’s in vain
A memory of you sparks up my mind
A memory of us, on my last sight.
Like the moon, you lit up my dim life
You lightened up my hard nights
And with those little things you’ve done
I fell in love with you, even now that you’re gone.
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