Can I have the moon to go?
Dimly lit chamber holds the soul
Empty appetite leaves one whole
Gaze into the stars
With less luster than her eyes
Admire from afar
Feel further than the sky is
A smile is
Sweet temperament
Bitter torment
Curt silence
Cute demeanor
A seance
A ghost, to have seen her
More seasoned memories
That make me a believer
In wishing on fallen stars
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
“That make me a believer, wisher on fallen stars”- gorgeous
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Thank you ^_^ I’m glad you liked that part!
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Pretty!!
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Very well written. I will have 1 moon to go. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
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Thank you, and here is your one moon as ordered!
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