Tenderly, a cold moonbeam
curls around my fingers.
Bathed in pale light, my eyes gleam.
"Tell me the truth."
The words are a murmur.
Their request is simple,
yet I can never say.
Breathing in stardust, I shake my head.
The light slips away,
and I am still cold,
but now I am also alone.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
Tenderly, a cold moonbeam
curls around my fingers.
Bathed in pale light, my eyes gleam.
"Tell me the truth."
The words are a murmur.
Their request is simple,
yet I can never say.
Breathing in stardust, I shake my head.
The light slips away,
and I am still cold,
but now I am also alone.
