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Sarah Jan 2015
It’s what you would call fate
That I’ve stumbled across such a handsome face
I was just on my way to dance on the moon
Which I will not do alone
If you’re intrigued to join me in this metaphoric waltz, please do
Jump from star to star
Be sure not to stumble in the path of a meteoroid
They will rip holes in your heart leaving you unable to love
As we approach the moon
You and me hand in hand
We start to dance
So that everyone will see this great perhaps
Of me plus you
Dancing softly to “seaside by the kooks”
Gracefully on the moon
im not exactly sure why I wrote this
Xander Holden Jan 2018
Hope is a word echoing down the corridor
after a friend just out of hearing range

Beauty is an imperceivable imperfection
impossible to detect

Remembering is the bittersweet chocolate
you can’t help but eat again and again

Knowledge is the admission of your
minds’ omission of omniscience

Music is the ray of sun peeking out
after a day of gloom and grey

Society is a broken clock without
a horologist to fix the hidden gears

Metaphors are buckets
bailing out the sinking ship of life

— The End —