Moons of Mars
I am still here you walked past me Sunday
a disguise of rags, alcohol and smokey haze
I could see the sadness burn your eyes in the cold
I'll keep coming back and I'll watch you grow old
I've visited several times since that day
Inside that strangers laugh greeting your playful way
There is nothing more crushing than babies with wings
but please listen close, through the hill's silence I sing
Stop feeling guilty when you smile, when you laugh
It's OK to move on, you can't always look back
Through moons of Mars together we breathe
Live your life to the fullest
I'll be there when you leave
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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