The moon and I,
We looked at each other; eye to eye.
He told me how he shines,
I told him how I disappear.
He told me about his lifeline.
I told him what I see.
The moon told me,
Sacrifice your soul to me and your spirit will be free.
And so I did.
I became the stars in his dark skies,
And he is the light in my blind eyes.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PoesiaSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
