Jun 1, 2017
In the dead of night she holds the moonlight. Enthralled by the hueless skies she hovers warmly behind. “Where are all the colors in the skies?” Ah— they’re pouring out of your eyes. So solemnly, I adore you Could I ever learn to love What hangs so brightly above As day comes and night ends Will the colors from the skies stop flowing from your eyes? Ah, my little sunshine— She covets the moonlight –And so the Sun shall love the Moon G.D.B.
for @lolmylifedoh
05/31/17 9:35 P.M. (sometimesiwriteinthedark.tumblr.com)
