i was standing last nite on the stairs
lookin for the moon
hidden behind the clouds.
wind whisperin in ma ears
soft lil nothings from my lover
radiant in its beauty
the moon was shining in its glory
i thot
maybe i am happy
cos i can see the moon...
one day, someone had told me,
" the day u will be sad, the moon wont come out"
i smiled, thinkin about that day..
and about him..
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