the moon is a woman,
the way her light shines
upon us in our darkest times.
she is full of blemishes,
but her craters are a mark
reminding of what she’s survived.
her aura is stunning,
bright white surrounded by
colours unseen to the naked eye.
without her, the sun,
egotistical, left unchecked
would surely fall from the sky.
sie ist eine frau,
die mond und ihr sterne,
ohne sie, verschwindet die zeit.
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i