Our love was written in the orbits of the stars.
We met when number's allowed, like the eclipse stroking its shade of beauty at time's setting, but one, more deserving of the light than the stars.
Oh moon, how you hide in the light of the sun but love to orbit around the earth, to raise and awaken tides in the quite deep blue seas. I see beyond your smooth marble face to craters and arches that scale your secrets.
When darkness is asphyxiated, the shadows are closer but we barely even touch.
In colourless fields, we push and pull, resonating in perfect phase but just enough to break.
Deep secrets are the darkest, so are your eyes - black holes to different dimensions of my love but specs of light escape your gravity, silently in noise for my heart and radiant for my falling stars.
I wished for a perfect love and you came as a shooting star.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Our love was written in the orbits of the stars.
We met when number's allowed, like the eclipse stroking its shade of beauty at time's setting, but one, more deserving of the light than the stars.
Oh moon, how you hide in the light of the sun but love to orbit around the earth, to raise and awaken tides in the quite deep blue seas. I see beyond your smooth marble face to craters and arches that scale your secrets.
When darkness is asphyxiated, the shadows are closer but we barely even touch.
In colourless fields, we push and pull, resonating in perfect phase but just enough to break.
Deep secrets are the darkest, so are your eyes - black holes to different dimensions of my love but specs of light escape your gravity, silently in noise for my heart and radiant for my falling stars.
I wished for a perfect love and you came as a shooting star.
Lost in loving and hoping for love to be reciprocated
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