The moon has always been drawn to the stars
An inexplicable pull, the intoxicated sight of the light
The deafening silence of the smooth dark
How does it feel to pine after something we can never touch?
To be so close and know that it is never enough
To hold on to love is easy
We will always love the things we can’t have
It’s never as strong as the sorrow of missing you though
The empty space where I know you should be
Tucked into my side, watching the night
As the stars explode and gases ignite
As the earth turns round and the planets align
And even if I know I could never have you
Even if these words never reach you
To the moon and back
I will always love you
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
The moon has always been drawn to the stars
An inexplicable pull, the intoxicated sight of the light
The deafening silence of the smooth dark
How does it feel to pine after something we can never touch?
To be so close and know that it is never enough
To hold on to love is easy
We will always love the things we can’t have
It’s never as strong as the sorrow of missing you though
The empty space where I know you should be
Tucked into my side, watching the night
As the stars explode and gases ignite
As the earth turns round and the planets align
And even if I know I could never have you
Even if these words never reach you
To the moon and back
I will always love you
november 25//1:50pm
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