I saw the moon under a tinted window.
Same bright moon i know and yet she was yellow.
Like she was trying hard to please my ungrateful eyes.
Even when she swallowed all the sunset's bloods making twilights.
But under my window she couldn't hide anymore.
She couldn't deceive me to think she was the same moon i adore.
I saw the lonely beauty who stood like she needed no one.
The one who fought my darkness and made my night fun.
And yet i saw her and what she hides in her closet.
The tinted window was the key to opening her layered beauty and finding what raises her to that limit.
I saw the real moon in her many hue.
I saw her and my love for her grew.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
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