Waiting for my Moon

Waiting for my Moon

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Staring at the gloomy moon;

Which I once called my own;

As each ticking hour passes;

Reminding me of the mistake, I hardly press.

Despair and depression;

Each stabbed me with frustration;

How could a single mistake;

Ended me at this state?

My love, why are you so far?

Even if you were the moon and I'm the star;

Forgive me for leaving you;

I returned good as new.

Ah! Guess I was too late;

He came and, you were saved;

Thus, you never waited;

That is why I am this wasted.