the moon is overrated
drunk on liquid love,
i think i flew above.
wandering in the park,
when the day had faded dark.
tossed a coin up in the air,
just in case it wasn't fair,
but lady luck seemed to smile,
and so, i went to dial.
oh-oh-one-nine-four-seven
or wait, was that eleven?
heart beating in my chest,
i held my fist up to my breast.
smiling like a buffoon,
stared up at the crescent moon,
thought how unfair it was
that it received all the applause.
for what was beauty even really?
a ball of silver? that was silly!
for behind these repeating rings
lay a true sweetheart of all things.
and as the rings almost end,
almost drove me round the bend,
i heard a familiar greeting
and i felt my cheeks slowly heating.
wary, you asked, "hello?"
and my reply was one loud bellow
"i love you!" screamed i on line
and giggled like all is fine.
then cut the call immediately,
and giggled most vehemently.
dropped down to the grass,
forget entirely concept of mass.
and as i felt the world go light,
stared once again at moon so bright,
blew a raspberry at its self-confidence
as my brain slowly lost its consciousness....
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