maskofdeception

hark the stars and the lover’s moon,
the glitter in the sky as the clock strikes noon
swirls of colors and the tone of your voice
i’m marking the days till we can once again rejoice

the grass so green and wet with tears;
reminiscing the time when you whispered in my ears
the flowers blossoming one late july evening,
the questions in my head, all searching for a meaning.

back again to the cool october breeze,
nevertheless, i’m waiting to be pleased
bitter apologies coming out with a pout,
i give you everything without a doubt.

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