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Author of 65 Stories |
My moon,
I can hold you in my cupped palm
but when the illusion fades
I am alone again
A cold palm of emptiness
shaking in the cold, still night
My moon,
won't you keep me company tonight?
I am drawn to your shimmering light
drawn to what shines so bright
When day breaks
I will not keep you
When day breaks
I will let you fade
When day breaks
I will let you go
When day breaks
it'll hurt to see you go
I'll watch you from afar
and though I wish to be your star
my final place is here
on this bitter earth
while yours is there
hovering in endless black
What can be
What cannot be
What is understood
What is never understood
My moon sweetheart