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)
- Published: May 4th, 2022 09:46
- Category: Unclassified
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