He knows it's night time when the Moon arrives through the sky. The rest look for the first star that settles alongside the Moon, wishing upon it. The stars freckled above, barely shining; together, the whole sky was lightened, showing the same constellations every night.
He stared at the moon with such adoration as the nights made Her fade into complete darkness, vanishing from the sky. As he always anticipates with, "Will She come back?" She is already making Her way back to him. The boy with the stars in his eyes, chose the Moon over himself every single night.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
