A dying star,
Left a scar;
And so the moon
Drifted afar.
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The dying star still
Reaches his tendrils
Of stardust, entails
A miserable fail.
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Resisting the pull;
The moon's faring well
Without the star cruel;
No longer under his spell.
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The star's conceitedness,
Had been his weakness;
Had been the darkness,
That consumed his brightness.
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The moon drifted away-
Through sparkling nebulae;
Mysterious hues light the way,
As though conjured by mischievous fey.
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And there! I saw you-
Sitting calmly, even as the world around flew;
A mesmerizing hot, bright blue;
Time passes; closer to you I grew.
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The dying star reaches still,
Finding ways with his will;
But the midnight sun, blue and gentle,
Let the moon settle, no rental~ :P
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Thoughts of You and More
PoetryPoetry about a certain someone I'm sure most have,and also some other things. I hope you guys can relate. :) Enjoy. Feel free to comment-constructive criticism is welcome-, and of course vote-only if you like it and you want to ;)-, I will appreciat...
