I sit on the porch
And listen
To the symphony of the night
Blazing through my ears.
My skin is porcelain colored
Under the silky moonlight
And my heart doesn’t know
What to think now
I try to guide it
With a gentle hand towards
Safety
But it won’t follow me
I wish he knew
How the moon looks different
When I think of him
Before I drift off to sleep
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