To you, I sing across the moon

One day
I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret.
But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said.
About you. And about this world.
All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh.
Now, knowing this, will you turn towards me?
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A collection of (love) poems in prose and, occasionally, short stories.