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Below is a very good artist named Kerli with her song Walking on Air.

The moon's Tears

I weep and cry as your voice haunts me
The memory of you is carved into my memory
With my words forever in a journal of Sight
Carful with the images and shone with the light
But the sheets are empty since you went 6 under
I shall never whisper our name until you awake from slumber
As I hang my head and weep a cold tear
I will remeber the one who was my only dear
The moon casts her beams over your stone
And the winds pick up, blowing snow on my bones
My fingers ache as I lay down a rose I brought
Careful I lay in your ancient, built in pot
Silent an slowly, I turn to exit back to the gate
Biting back my tears that are full of hate
I scream out qith my hoarse, uneven voice
"You didn't have to go,you hd a choice.
"You didn't have to drive in that pouring rain
"And ust slept for me to witness you again."
I fall onto my knees just before my car
And look up tearfully to witness a falling star
I make a wish and laid on the ground
Blanketed my mortality in snow, and never made a sound
"I am here, my love" i call out in the fading snow
My body numbs, and no more will I have tears to show.

Forbidden

Unable to speak through the blanket of silence
My mouth sown shut by thread of indignity and sorrow
Hands tied behind my back, unable to break with words of abuse
Chained to a wall, masked with grief
My eyes blinded by the past
Holding what is the key to my pain
So many lies filled my ears
So many torture stiked my soul
Oh, sorrow
Oh, death
is there nothing to break this curse
to which bounds me to silence?
Can't anything soak up these tears
that run across my open wounds?
Damn those who defy me my freedom
Damn those who cover me with this agony
Numbness covers my tortured body
As my eyes grow weak and my lungs empty of cold air
My solution is solved
my life is forbidden

Poem #1

every year i come to the cemetery
our journals of love, i do carry
years have passed since my lover's deasth
with his own, he took my breath
shadows around me move on their ow
I see a face of sacred stone
My darling angel, where are you now?
to live this life, i do not know how
staring at me is the jilted moon
who never had him over which to swoon
six centuries shared has turned to six feet
the wholeness once felt has become incomplete
i hang my head to weep at our seperation
to fully experience what is now desperation
as i hang my head i do not know why
but i feel eyes staring at me as i cry
hen will the season of winter pass from my heart
and i know it is when we are no longer apart.