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Under the Beautiful Night Sky
It doesn't matter if I try or not.
I'll end up in the sky a star.
But what matters is if you'll be there or not.
Beside me, glowing like the sun you are.
All that ever matters is you.
And if I wake up a star and not find you beside me,
know that I'll die over and over again.
A black hole forming at every attempt.
And until I find you I'll keep exploding.
Till I know the warmth on my face is your light.
Maybe that's how galaxies are formed.
Each one an attempt at a love story.
And thus the universe keeps on expanding.
How can it not?
When there are millions of us still searching for love.
© Moonyloonywitch
01/09/2021
Past lives flicker through my mind, as I stand gazing up at the moon. The night's pretty much silent, except for the slow rumbling of thunder in the distance. Every now and then, a cool breeze goes past me. I stand in the moonlight, waiting for a miracle.
You said you'd meet me here, under this old tree covered in moss. It's almost dawn now, and still no sign of you. I have second thoughts, debating whether to turn around and go. Maybe you meant it as a joke.
Afterall, gods never fall for beings beneath them.
Sighing quietly, I start walking back to my home. It was a waste of time, I realise now. I should've never trusted your words.
I pass the lavender patch, and a familiar fragrance hits me. Smiling at the full blooms around me, I sit down on the damp earth and close my eyes. The smell of lavender takes me back to my favourite memory. You sitting beside me as I laugh at your joke.
I open my eyes and find that my vision has blurred. I hate crying but that's all I wanna do right now. Feeling like stones sinking in my stomach, I lay my head in the ground and weep.
The night has become a tired dream, and the stars have gone and hid.
But when you slowly started wiping my tears away, I felt like the world was holding its breath. I sit up and lock eyes with you.
"I thought you wouldn't come" I said in a barely there whisper.
"I wanted to make sure that you were serious about this. About us." You replied in an equally quiet whisper.
"So you were testing me? " I ask with fresh tears in my eyes.
"Not really. More like I was testing myself. And I failed. When the first tear ran down your face, it felt like I was stabbed here." You take my hands and place it over your heart.
And surprisingly enough I felt it beat.
And that hasn't happened in a long time.
© Moonyloonywitch
26/08/2021
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