let me love you like the moon loves the sun: addicting like the rain loves the clouds: fitting like the light loves the darkness: contradicting let me love you in the light of the moon and when the sun shines bright let me love you when it’s raining and there are clouds in the sky let me love you in all your goodness and the darkness too let me love you like i love you
“aren’t crows meant to be bad luck?” he overhears one too many times he feels a tugging deep in his chest and so away he flies a bringer of misery desperate to find a blessing of his own
“i miss home” i admit face stained with tears, i can’t recall the place where i belong. “i miss home” i admit voice laden with fear, what if they don’t know that i am gone?