Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Something is up.
Hereby, I abnegate my all to both of us.
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