The secret to the moon guided by the view of you that is stamped in my heart like a butterfly tattoo where the morning is the crisp blue sky air and even though I am not there I am still the rose petals of the moon that fit in the braids of your hair and the dresses you love to wear when worshipping every sound that you hear and turning every piece of the paintings I draw of you into the me of the one who was born under the moon and captured the trinket of the fairy dust and landed the girl that was tattooed with rose petals of love and hidden stories.
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Baby Blue, My Butterfly Moon, and The Rose Petals of the Moon
PoetryEven if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving wi...
