I took a picture of the moon,
with special thoughts of you.
On that special day,
The moon , that is, was blue.
I looked up at the moon today,
and happened to think of you.
It seems this rock had turned
a special type of hue.
The moon was there to remind me
of all the things we said.
It breaks my heart to write this;
I'd rather not cry instead.
Today you said your goodbyes,
as it has to be,
but I hope someday you glance at the moon,
and spare a thought for me.
The moon is there to remind us
of all the things we say,
it's always there a'listening
and it's always there to stay.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I took a picture of the moon,
with special thoughts of you.
On that special day,
The moon , that is, was blue.
I looked up at the moon today,
and happened to think of you.
It seems this rock had turned
a special type of hue.
The moon was there to remind me
of all the things we said.
It breaks my heart to write this;
I'd rather not cry instead.
Today you said your goodbyes,
as it has to be,
but I hope someday you glance at the moon,
and spare a thought for me.
The moon is there to remind us
of all the things we say,
it's always there a'listening
and it's always there to stay.
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