magic found in moonlight

I lie under the stars, grass damp against my back, and know that she, at least, lies beneath the same stars.

There’s a special type of magic found only in moonlight. Monsters appear as princes.

Sometimes I feel like the moon shines in pity only to give our eyes anything to look at… but each other.

Can you save me from the shadows of you?

I tie a ribbon in my hair, so that when the storm winds whip wildly about my face… at least there will be a semblance of innocence.

Twist a strand around your finger. Give it a tug—it goes straight to my heart.

Just take care not to forget,

I am the calm before : and the storm.