dream of me as I dreamt of you
let my image float through your sight
I, the star commands it to be
you cannot escape my might
please do not think of me badly
do I not also deserve love?
you are bound to me
as I decree
the star, her lover, the night
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
My mother whispers to me on nights such as these.
When the moon is dark and grim and the stars forget to shine and everything is unknown and still.
"The rose smiles at no one," she murmurs in my ear, soft hands folding back a lock of my hair, "and no one sees her smile. We gaze down at the rose but there is a blankness there, she gazes up at us but the rose cannot see, she cannot feel, she cannot be."
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC