Searching seeming for the perfect moon perfect sun
floating in the tress floating in the water
to feel that perfect sun, perfect moon
perfect love that has gone bad
ripped out the soul
ripped out the heart
ripped out the mind and the memories
of a life that has better yet to unknown
better yet to live
in a past where the world was new
in a past where i knew you
shattered love, shattered live
to only pick up the pieces
to feel the live the sun a new again
to hold the sun and the moon in my fist
to paint the world
with the beautiful colors
of the sunrise
of the pinkish purple
you were to me
but i am the only one
that was really here
you are now
the past..
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