Doesn't it seem so pointless
How the moon sheaths the sun, and says;
Learn to hold your tears back, darling.
And how the sun, so carefully, replies
*Love, I shall shatter at your dancing will
For as long as it takes to dust off this cacophony*
A beat, and they separate
The sun utters ever so slightly:
*Remember me while you get dizzy
Or when you feel my light for you.*
'Tis as it was, ere the wolves came.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Doesn't it seem so pointless
How the moon sheaths the sun, and says;
Learn to hold your tears back, darling.
And how the sun, so carefully, replies
*Love, I shall shatter at your dancing will
For as long as it takes to dust off this cacophony*
A beat, and they separate
The sun utters ever so slightly:
*Remember me while you get dizzy
Or when you feel my light for you.*
'Tis as it was, ere the wolves came.
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