Goodnight dark moonlight fallen asleep against the sun

Was I dreaming up pretend

Scared to love you

Scared to not.

Stuck in a wagon made of steel

Clouds in the sky pass over sunny delights spotted in daydream

Pulled back emotions to pop it’s lid off a swarm of dandy lion pollen blowing wishes upon your doorstep

Tattooed a grip on my heart never to be spoken

Lost to mysterious Cupid cleaning the grit off the magnifying glass, amplifying terror.

Waxing and waning in between cries of tomorrow’s summer days

Smiling with me as I witness the tear along fate’s long feathers.

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