Promises of the moon above are imagined in minds of lovers
wanting so much more in and from life, moments of pleasure
end up being lost in the despair of living.
Heartache and turmoil always getting in the way, losing all
in life at times and knowing that it's going to happen right
from the beginning or our lives in time.
Life is full of unexpected promises that never to come to
fruition no matter how much we hope they will, they just
constantly wither away in the morning sun.
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