The Moonlight

Under the moonlight

As the breeze plays with my loose hair

I want to listen to your tales of honest turmoil

I want to smile over the awkward silences the two of us have to encounter

I want to allow the calm to sink into our souls

And tickle the bruised emotions

I want to feel the comfort of another presence

I want to do all of it

All of it! Under the moonlight.

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