and tonight, we no longer walk under the dripping yellows of the moonlight —
for the moon, it comes in phases.
but who i am, and who you are, and who we love
do not.
and tonight, we are made of half-darkness and half-stars borrowed from the night skies
but tomorrow, the colors of the daytime
will wash away the relics of this night
and darling, we’ll come out like the sun.
we’ll come out like the sun.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
and tonight, we no longer walk under the dripping yellows of the moonlight —
for the moon, it comes in phases.
but who i am, and who you are, and who we love
do not.
and tonight, we are made of half-darkness and half-stars borrowed from the night skies
but tomorrow, the colors of the daytime
will wash away the relics of this night
and darling, we’ll come out like the sun.
we’ll come out like the sun.
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