In the darkest of nights
Nothing felt more right
Than gazing at the moon
With the heaviest sigh.
Black, cloudy thoughts
All tangled up in a mess
Yearning to erupt the fire
Burning abreast.
Your soft tempest cheeks
It longed to caress
Enclose all the damp
That has left your soul
blue and scarred.
It wished,
To conquer the moon;
Destroy all the stars
And hold you tight
Until there is no little light.
It wished,
From afar
And talked to the moon
With an unquenchable stress.
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Dated: 9/12/2019
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