15 December 2015


By Bryan

I looked at the stars,
They showed your face,
Clouds show your image,
While the moon shines bright.

You ask me why did we part,
Reason I gave was true,
Always I will tell you the same.

People, places, faces
All have changed,
Met new people,
Lived our lives,
Yet daily you ask me,
The reason for our demise.

I told you then I needed to do it,
But never wanted to.
Still the reason is the same.

I looked at the stars,
They tell me speak my mind,
My horoscope is usually right.

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