Monday, October 3, 2011

Moon Beams


Hands that held you
now are empty.
Heart that was open
now is closed.
Will I still love you tomorrow
now that I know
you cant hold moonlight in your arms.
You can't kiss a falling star.
As  I lie here in the darkness
I sadly wonder where you are.
I miss your laughter
and the smell of your hair.
Your skin so pale,
reflecting moon beams
means so much  more to me
now that you aren't there.

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