Coming and going Warm as a solar surface I have a cold With longing eyes I watch my silent phone By my side, quietly waiting For the new emotions To rush through it Coming and going Not a single star Lights this dark night With longing eyes I search for the moon One of the many I've seen And think that it Apart from the sun Is the only thing we can all see Coming and going Each and every day again But most of all My thoughts turn to people Everyone I've gotten to know In my days thus far All of these people Coming and going All hold part of my story And in a way, form my life These days however It might be nice If someone just came And forgot the going MdG 1 mar 2000 2:30 am
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