strung out of tune..

 

As the moon slides across the sky

clouds make puppets out of thoughts

behind the eyes of dreamers

tears lay waiting to be cried

this painting of a heart in love

this canvas of a crime

this world so round

and yet so square

like lovers out of time…

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