Moon Dust

Hyacinthe

Can you feel it when you're alone?

I can taste it in my bones.

And it keeps calling me home. 

Cause it know that the two of us are-

 

The only ones who’ve found the moon dust

I think I’ve used it too much,

But I’ll never get enough

Of this feeling calling me.

 

It tells me about the moon dust.

The only thing left that I can trust.

It’s been stopping me from falling down. 

 

Sometimes space could be so cold.

When there is nothing left to hold.

Then with the moon dust I can see the stars.

I think they're so bizarre.

I realize just how far-

I’ve gone with the moon dust.

  • Author: Hyacinthe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2022 09:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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