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Dear Moon, You yearn for the love of the sun, changing your presence. Why do you run? Hiding yourself so others can shine; gleaming only in darkness ever so divine. You look for strength in the waves Never still, just twenty seven days. Breaking yourself for the heartbreaking fact that you are constantly wondering if you will stay intact. Eclipse. Twice a year you have the chance to meet your love and have a dance. Eclipse. Deep within the galaxies, dreaming of living your fantasies. Desolate darkness. The sun is away, lighting her fire in the month of May. Burning so bright, but there’s nothing else to say. She waits to see you glisten, to watch and even listen. Curses herself for her fatal passions of a love too strong that has no ration. But your love is forbidden. Why do you race? Dear Moon, is it worth the chase?
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Forbidden Tides
*I'd befriend the obsidian sky...    I'd shower it with a bounty of praises.   So that it'll welcome my nightly gaze,      without threats from overbearing clouds.      I'd impress the twinkling stars        by serenading them with songs unheard by most.      So that when the time comes,   they'd cast their votes in my favour. I'd whisper to the nighttime breeze.    I'd cavort and giggle at its slightest touch.       So that when I fly my flag,    it'll catch it in full billows for her to see. Then finally...   I'd woo the twilight moon...      For she is the prize    my heart had sought to pursue.     I'd court her       with the fiercest blaze that burns within...      In hopes that she'd forever    remember me as the suitor that had fallen helplessly.*
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Courtship
You've put me to the test I've aced every single one I proved my worth So let's not lollygag Enough of the charades
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
The Chase
Every piece of pride, Pivoting on the pinnacle of pleasure, Perishing on the petals of a rose, Pink rose. Spring rose. Sprung rose. A perverted willingness to pursue, The spoils of what matters most, pink matter. Outshone a impossibly beautiful performance. One meant for the faithful & virtuous.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Pink
Chivalry is alive if you say so Don. So ignore my chides like makeup Don. Just try and conquer me Don. Don me lady love if you like. Chase me 'til I'm tired of life.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Don