I start to cry for the one I lost, tears thick yet delicate like early morning mist.
As if sensing my pain, the moonbeams become dusty and weak as the moon mourns with me.
It too understanding the feeling of a lost love, like being choked with silk, dying slowly, but revelling in the soft, lingering touch.
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PoetryMmnhmmhnmmn..... words but honestly I've moved to Ao3 and I only come here to publish my shity poetry, I should get a therapist but I cope like this instead :p
