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One bare man, one. Bare woman, both. Standing, shivering. Under an umbrella held. By their loving daughter. And sun. Shines down on them. And rain, and snow. And all they do is look at.
He's like reaching for the moon. Out of my league, out of my grasp. He's become my whole universe. All consuming, lost in a love so vast. I'm floating, swimming, pink sky space.
We walked hand in hand. Until I said goodbye. Because its much to late for me. But you can still try. We walked hand in hand. And whispered of our pasts. Up until that fateful day.
You've got me hanging on your every word, You're my world, it sounds absurd... But I'm you're moon, and without you I'd sink. Become pointless, just hanging, on no ones brink.
Your words of honey drip like nectar From the bow of your mouth. Galaxies collide inside my chest; Painfully tight, a lucid occurrence of myth Or of science. Or of a dream at unrest.
I could kiss the sharp night air, Make breathless love to the, Goddess Nocturnal, I've fallen for her umbra, I'd gladly sell my soul to her, If I could live on as a star, Shining, a beacon, after...
A million stars in a starstruck sky, There's one for me and you, When you die you join those stars, And become a star anew.
I saw a half moon last night. Man, that half side shined so bright. It reminded me of space. That mysterious place. It reminded me of the days, I loved to watch the dark sparkly sky.
It's funny how as we unfold From a tiny little force, We develop our own design, Our own thoughts, our own voice.
Sorry I've had to delete old post, so I've rewritten it, Tears from a star, full of brightness from afar, Energy even concealed, unable ever to be revealed, Full of pain, the star becomes blind,...
The moon the moon there it stays. Gives hope of another day. Glistening with the suns rays. Letting know of what awaits. Fantasies in my head plays. Of little men who dance in the rays.