I've lost my moon somewhere in the crevass of my pocket. I realized only when I looked up Feeling that something wasn't right. I reached my hand in my pocket, Finding my keys, my wallet, Everything but you.
I've lost my moon somewhere in the crevass of my pocket. My fingers roaming through lint stars & loose string galaxies. I lost my moon checking every pocket on my jeans. The lint stars all out of orbit. I reached my hand in my pocket. Finding my keys, my wallet, everything but you
The only thing that makes my night that much brighter
Inspired by YourQuote's Star Gazer. Original piece did not have a title
They loved the inspired piece that I written and okay'd to post.
Since I saw you, I've had this hope live in me. That everything that isn't needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don't need. Coffee rings, free samples. The debris of reality. Strings and paper slings around baked goods. Shopping around facedown. Pushing the cart row after row. The things on sale. The pings of the register. Splints that aren't necessarily the object we've come face to face with. Jamaican ***. Our fingerprints used in vain The residue from coffee pots and things we've touched. Bottled, sealed tight. Fresh water springs. Still we pursue. I pursue. Your carefree sensibility. I've walked every row in search. Where have you gone, Withdrawn
Above all monsters that linger in the dark. Love is one that can take many shapes and forms. A tug of the bed spread or the seal of closet doors. No matter how tight they are pressed. Still it finds a way to seep through. Waiting to take you by the arm the very moment your eyes start to close. Reminding you of that one thought you keep suppressed of all things. Keeping you awake for just a moment longer. Eyes that long for a deep sleep. Peering over a sea of fabric. The ***** of an arrow digging into an unexpected feeling. Climbing from beneath the bed or the crack of the closet.
Reminding you of the thing you somewhat regret. With the one person you can't seem to stop thinking about. That cupid, appearing with a sly grin. Dressed as the boogie man, blending into shadows, dark red loafers. Just as your moseying off to sleep. There he stands, squaring his shoulders. Remembering all the late night trips you took to the fridge. Who would have took cupid as a gymnast. Hiding here or there. Or a health nut that despises anything outside of strawberry hearts
Soon as cupid closed his eyes and released his bow, I immediately knew your face from my dreams. The girl whose face I could never see, You were always so quick to leave, I'd pretend to hate you if it were true. Just before I open my eyes the stars disappear only to reappear when I close them. I slouch deeper in the couch awaiting your presence. A chance to reciprocate just how I feel. Forgiving you for not showing up a second sooner. A hummus of white pastures Devoted to the hunger of the sun, Devouring everything in sight. An maybe that invites the utopia of your thought, Stung by an fleeting arrow, strung by the oasis of an longing heart. Wondering aimlessly; an clear day Without a single cloud to be found. These are the times I think of you. The horizon of my world. The clouds move, curious in nature. Beneath the pain of ribs struck by a fleeting arrow You are there, the throbbing sensation that pulsates through my veins. I miss you without having to look down, I am neither naive nor stupid. With quiet vocals I deeply long for you on cloudy days I deeply long for you now. My enigmatic arrow Migrate back to my side