More Moon Metaphors, por Ems

Ems

More Moon Metaphors

often i tend to ruin things for myself, by mentally attaching and connecting things i love to each other.

i’ve heard a handful of beautiful songs about the wrong person, i’ve been left with only bad memories of beautiful trips.

but it’s different this time i hope, i don’t think i could ever hate the moon.

it makes sense, the line of string traveling from the moon back to him. making the connection was simple, appreciating their separate beauty as one is a gift.

i open my window at night and it’s like he’s the cold air touching my skin, he’s the light peaking through the trees. he’s a stereotype, but it’s one of my favourites.

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