I told the moon about you tonight.
I hope she was listening and that she'll bring you back to me.I sat at a beautiful park outside and while the world moved around me I looked at the trees, the river, and the moon.
I told her about, your beautiful hair, how it always flows and moves, how beautiful it looked no matter what. How the color, a beautiful light brown, mid brown blonde mixture, natural was enchanting.
How your eyes in all there earthy colors always captivated all of my attention, the beautiful greens and middle browns that glinted like trees in the meadows, beautiful soil, and golden flakes from the sun.
I told the moon about your smile. Its so beautiful. The way your teeth are positioned imperfectly perfect, and how when I would make you smile, its like you couldn't stop it from happening, and I know you tried.
Your aesthetic hands, the way they look like they should be a marble statue, how they felt when I would hold them, how perfect they looked and felt on any part of me.
I told the moon about your brains, your personality.
Your so sweet, and caring, and even though people take advantage of it, you still stay so pure and kind in your heart. You were so taken advantage of. And honestly you probably think I did the same..
I told the moon that I appreciate that you were in my life. That I hope the moon and universe can guide you back. I pray that you are meant to come back into my life, no matter the way how.
I've been hoping for you.
And tonight, I told the moon about you. I told her how I missed playing with your hair. Missed looking into your eyes, even though you wouldn't let me for long. How I terribly miss your smile, and how it made my heart feel. I told her about your hands, your body, your mind. I told her about your heart.
Tonight, I told the moon how much I love you. And how much I miss you.I hope tonight... I see you in my dreams, because even though I can tell the moon about your beauty, and of course I miss your presence, dreams are the closest thing the moon can gift to me right now, to see you, to feel you, to hear you.
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Sparks in the Dark
Kort verhaalJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make