You’d have done it anyways. You only come back to me when the Tides fall flat, and when the Moon departs. You’re gone just as quickly as She resurfaces.
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You’d have done it anyways. You only come back to me when the Tides fall flat, and when the Moon departs. You’re gone just as quickly as She resurfaces.
They say the rain will stop soon. I imagine this ground swallowed up by sunlight, and I become infinitely jealous. I am but a speck of dust in this lowly world, vanishing with rain, thwarting back down to nothing. I live for you like the sun lives for the moon.
bygone rays brush me butterfly speckles adorned you leave me in twos
There are stars that connect us they drive us down this pathway mark us with light speckles and passages unreachable They are open to us these secrets are only ours to know we are the only keepers here
There’s a stillness in the air that only comes when nightfall descends All the birds are burrowed in their nests wind whistling rustling their feathers Soft waves of snores hit your ears And when the rain hits cars flitter by cracking asphalt beneath the tires like pellets of the ocean …
I’m picking sticking on pine needles laying on evergreen leaves while the sun the sun sings to me he trifles with me makes it so I won’t ever leave he brings vitality breathes constant particles of life into me and I’m growing flowing becoming rays
I often looked to the moon for answers I would cry for her sing to her fall in love with her much like that luminous sphere did She would comfort me on nights like this when she was sitting low and my hopes were high Those craters would spell out…
I was in tune with the lilac moon Oh how brightly she shone for me Rippled puddles of plum blossoms, she did lavender riddles of cobblestone trickled twinkles of fixed dust And if I had been lovely on such a night She would let me serenade to her
I always wake up at that witching hour How lonely oh so forlorn eventide is now My nightmares come to me just like those hands One greets me satiating my solitary the other one runs away much like you did
This city is beautiful at night with the light of the moon bustling down below on you Yet being so close to the clouds one can’t feel any of it The people are so small taking their bags in tenfold like little ants are those specs of dust The nightlights…
My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed Eyes faintly drooped as if you…