This is my favorite of all tragedies.
I can not put it all out there because I am not sure I was supposed to listen.
But I heard in those midnight whisperings just enough to realize how pure their feelings are.
I hope they are not mad at me for sharing a small part of what I have heard:
...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝.
"𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝
𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞
𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.♡
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THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
