The moon is stripped of her worth
Lasting breaths threaded deep into the earth
To her own death among a lone star's birth
You promised... & I believed... To after be deceived...
I gave thou my soul from when it can't be retrieved
It's bound, rewound & drowned
In weaves with sleeves to only conceive a curse to my souls grieve
Still you leave
Catch my tears as they fall & allow me to weep into nightfall
&
As the howling owl beckons my soul with her delicate call
My weary bones will break as my body falls
There's mud within my heart smothering each little precious string torn apart
Your beautiful art
How warming of you my sweetheart
Lost between the looms of lunar's noon
I wait for my shattered rose to rebloom
In a moment, before it's too late, sometime soon
I'll look into the eyes of my groom
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
The moon is stripped of her worth
Lasting breaths threaded deep into the earth
To her own death among a lone star's birth
You promised... & I believed... To after be deceived...
I gave thou my soul from when it can't be retrieved
It's bound, rewound & drowned
In weaves with sleeves to only conceive a curse to my souls grieve
Still you leave
Catch my tears as they fall & allow me to weep into nightfall
&
As the howling owl beckons my soul with her delicate call
My weary bones will break as my body falls
There's mud within my heart smothering each little precious string torn apart
Your beautiful art
How warming of you my sweetheart
Lost between the looms of lunar's noon
I wait for my shattered rose to rebloom
In a moment, before it's too late, sometime soon
I'll look into the eyes of my groom
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