Help the girl
Who fell from the moonbeams
She once so easily danced on
Her earthly shackles
Became so heavy
She tripped and fell
Her eyes speak
Of the stars she met
And twirled around with
Her diamond dress
Sparkled no more
She darkened and fell
But hear them say
That she was so, so excellent
At all she did
But she did it only for so long
For now she is falling
And it is but hoping
That someone will catch her
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
