Last Night
I have spoken to the wind
Turning as it always does
Of your love
But it walked away into its fabricated storm
Spoke to the moon last night
Gazing at its sorrows under its own light
Sighing with its darkness along the edges of the wood
Shadows of arms swaying in the breeze
The sea weaves its own desolate tales
Churning and frothing upon its brow
Seeking its lost pearls, that has its heart
Along the shores, its losing its hope
Caressing my loneliness with the swoon of my pain
Where ever you walk, that's where my soul flies
Like a dove, teetering in the wind
To gaze upon your lovely face
And the cool shades of your cheery lips
Turning as it always does
Of your love
But it walked away into its fabricated storm
Spoke to the moon last night
Gazing at its sorrows under its own light
Sighing with its darkness along the edges of the wood
Shadows of arms swaying in the breeze
The sea weaves its own desolate tales
Churning and frothing upon its brow
Seeking its lost pearls, that has its heart
Along the shores, its losing its hope
Caressing my loneliness with the swoon of my pain
Where ever you walk, that's where my soul flies
Like a dove, teetering in the wind
To gaze upon your lovely face
And the cool shades of your cheery lips
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