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
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.