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Talking to the Moon
You are one of many beautiful things
Something I can love with no strings
Because when I wake you are always gone
But I know that nothing is wrong
Your replacement shines bright
But something about her isn’t quite right
I can’t get close and love her like you
For she would burn me, unlike your midnight hue
She is the center of attention, but I prefer the shadowed girl
For you bring mystery and darken my world
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But what a shame you are gone now
You fell in love with your own sun and you vow
To never love again until you can have the sun
So now I have to go for another one
a girl that I barely know
Hopefully she will be mine by the first snow
She is my own sun and my own brightness
She might be my next success
I speak as if i know her like I do you
I wonder if she has as many secrets as you do
Oh how conflicted I am
I can't even write this poem by hand
Because if i did, I’d have to erase and erase
Due to filling my heart’s empty space
I try to fill the hole
With someone’s hand to hold
Maybe I just miss you
Maybe you miss me too?
But If you wanted me I'd be yours
You probably think I'm a bore
It's only because I don't know how to handle these things
I’d rather look down and play with my sweater’s loose strings
Rather than really talk to you
It's the love for you that I haven’t a clue

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This piece was written about my confliction for two different girls with the metaphorical usage of nature