Walking On The Moon

(Holy COW! My first rhyming poem in years.Bare with corininess at the begining cause the end is the best part)

Head in the clouds, eyes towards the sky,
She was indestructible, she'd never die,
Most arogantly walking, thought she never fall,
Most ignorantly living life, thought she knew it all.

Then he came, made her weak,
Broke her down, built her to her peak,
They loved eachother, had 'long walks on the beach',
They climbed to where they thought they couldn't reach.

Little did they know, it'd end all to soon.
But, babe, that's not us, so fuck the beach, let's walk on the moon.

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