A Different View Of The Moon

by OrangeJuicePerez   Dec 12, 2009


Send me a message where ever you are.
A sure fire sign to find you are here from afar.
A menacing syringe shoots depression through my veins.
Almost a decade ago you decayed; still I relapse constantly.
Best friend would best describe my memory of you.
The one and only Lone Cypress burned to ashes before too soon.
You have to be a hit in heaven: a claim that needs no clarity; I know it is true.
I'll pack this into a small hot air balloon to float towards your swoon.
Return with a letter of the feelings felt when looking down at the moon.

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