shhhh! lips are sealed

fingers pressed to lips

Softly, softly even before the air escapes to form the words,

Whispers pressed gently into silence 

They were all that could be given by the pale moolight

As thoughts, they were gifted to the stars for fear the moon,

so close would send them to you as beacons of light into your darkend heart.

 

it knew too much of us.


Left unsaid, the sentiments float in silence through the universe humming your frequency if ever you want to feel more than what was never said, under the pale moon and sent among the endless starss.

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