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Sitting near the window,
Staring at the dark sky.
The city, wrapped in darkness.
Not a single soul around,
Everyone,
sleeping safe and sound.
The moon stays awake with me,
As i stare at its beauty.
Smiling and glistening,
As whole as it can be.
She's calm and tranquil,
She lights up the night.
She’s there for her people,
even those who don’t appreciate her beauty.
Not that she sees it herself,
For her, she’s full of scars.
She does not speak,
But provides peace and comfort to people even in their darkest days.
The grey sphere,
has many admirers.
The sun being one of them.
He loves the moon.
He loves her scars, for that is what makes her beautiful.
He has seen her sadness,
Knows who she really is behind the romanticised curtain.
She sits alone, in the dark.
No one to talk to, living her solitary life.
The sun gives her light to shine bright,
Overcome her darkness and glow.
He's been distantly watching her silently for years,
Knowing it's necessary for their existence.
He knows they can't be together.
For if they were to come close, the silver would burn, and the gold would shatter.
makes me wanna hug the moon <3
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