Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.
Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.
Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.
I lay wanting to heal my pain.
Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.
You live a lilac lie.
You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.
My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.
My sand was empty,
Completely still.
Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.
Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.
Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.
Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.
I lay wanting to heal my pain.
Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.
You live a lilac lie.
You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.
My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.
My sand was empty,
Completely still.
Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.
Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.
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