To be kissed by moonlight
And caressed by stars,
Draped in darkened blue,
Dancing from Jupiter to Mars.
To be found by the light of the moon
And loved under a blackened sky.
Let the sun forget about me;
It never heard me cry.
Because there's something special about moonlight,
Like it was made just for me,
Because no matter how bad things are,
I have the moon as company.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
