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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I guess I’m sorry I was leaving so soon It came out of the blue, It came out of the blue moon…blue moon… I couldn’t find my left shoe I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… I suppose my condolences for leaving so soon I suppose I’m a sunlit moon, a sun-shining moon It came so out of the fiery flames of uncertainty You hit me like a wrecking ball and then, I saw a divine sign It came out of the fire of deception ironically The truth that sinks into lies like the sun, refusing to shine I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… I embrace the solitude of yesterday’s dismay I face the daylight of the moon and I must say Your beauty was a new moon too soon Leaving so soon? I thought you would I assume I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… I’m now in harmony with my healing process I’m somehow a matrimony that’s full of happiness I feel myself out of love and fell into the black hole of oblivion I deal with these emotions of oceans inside, a uniqueness and loneliness out of a million I desire the fire within you Leaving so soon? I thought you would I am mesmerized out of the blue Out of the new moon, you blew me off the best you could I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… Leaving so soon? Leaving so soon? Leaving…so…soon? I’m a sunlit moon I’m a sunlit moon I’m…such…a…buffoon I’m a fool, infatuated with lonesome passion I’m a wise pull of the current of compassion I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… Endearing much For leaving so soon? I loved you and such Apparently, not enough… Tough luck I guess… I suppose I was engaged in loneliness all over again Devoted to you and adored you true…but you went off with several men I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… Leaving so soon? Leaving so soon? Fervent as the fire within my soul Ardent as an ant, crawling out of the mummy’s skull I cherished you on a pedistal, you idiotic moron You’re a son of a gun, but I love you so a ton I stand in awe of you and I treasure our admiration affairs… We are now mere musical chairs…beyond our lovely heirs… I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… I have an affectionate side of me I haven’t shown you… A tender intimacy we should have shared so damn true… Leaving so soon? Before the afternoon? Or during the mid-noon… Goodwill intrigues my benevolent spirits I will keep my wits…before you tear them to bits I could have been here For a little while, while, while But I am full of fear It runs me up for another mile I suppose I’m a mess… There’s nothing more I want to address I am somewhat of a success Yes, but I’m still reduced to a “yes” Yes, I’m leaving so soon Yes, I’m leaving before the new moon I’m a melody of endlessness I’m in distress…in repeat…in progress… Remember… If you leave so soon, In December, I won’t miss you, you butterfly…so stuck in your façade, pod-like, fretful and regretful cocoon…
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