I'm done betting
It definately ain't coming back.
down is the sun
it's done
no more fun
for this sun of a gun.
the moon is late
still on her date
probably
she isn't coming, is she?
but if sun or moon won't be
as i sit atop this belfry
will this mystery
ever leave me?
Burn me, sun
or freeze me, moon.
just don't leave me here
to bathe in this lone tear.
i need you
i don't care what you do
hit me
hug me
curse me
coddle me
just be near
so i can hear
with my own ear
that you are here
i'm a broken toy
a crushed joy
don't be coy
you speak far too faint
to peel anymore paint
from the dainty frame.
i now have no shame
it floats in the bay
where we used to play
it was only yesterday...
please don't throw me away...
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