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This is the Stucki-Barker/ Conifer–Bright Eyes Mash-up. A mixture of Conifer Grey’s post titled “Loving the Moon” and a draft never posted by Bright Eyes. She’s the sun, I’m the Moon, and he’s my satellite. She’s the moon and I love her so. The only reason I’m beautiful is because of her golden rays. […]
the closest thing i ever got to a perfect friend.
every aspect of her was beautiful.
the way her hair looked when she swayed to a song that hit her like an avalanche.
her perfectly different facial features that worked only for her and how they worked for her.
her smile and her longing for her big dreams to become her reality.
i saw life punch her in the gut over and over again and i wish i could take at least one of the blows but all i can do is watch.
i saw her smile fade and her eyes found a new home and that was down cause the sun was blinding.
i remembered when she liked the way the sun looked. she told me it made her feel alive.
i see her look at herself like she’s never enough or maybe too much. i wish she didn’t.
i keep trying to tell her that she is the moon and how she’s out of this world but that doesn’t do anything. she wonders why she isn’t the stars.
she doesn’t realize that the moon is why i love her.
so here’s what i was thinkin. you could fall in love with me. i know, crazy. but i honestly think we could make it happen.
sing with me. even if you flat out suck at singing, sing anyways.
make me laugh. and don’t be afraid of being foolish.
call me. or facetime me, even if it’s just to say hi, i think it’s better then texting.
dress well. and i mean, like, really good.
be a gentlemen. cause there’s honestly nothing more refreshing then a guy who is classy.
dance with me. good or weird or funny whatever.
have a good taste in music. and enjoy my music too
enjoy the outdoors. like hammocking, camping, hiking, etc.
like les mis. yeah..
take me on a date. it could even be a picnic in the park, i just wanna spend time with you.
watch movies with me and sit close to me.
believe in my dreams and i’ll believe in yours.
make me feel wanted. cause i’m sorta not used to it.
okay i’m gonna let that sink in. let me know what you think okay?
I’m just feelin like it’s okay to be alone cause being alone is an easy option
I’m just feelin like slow music matches my soul better.
I’m just feelin like I wanna go get a pizza for myself.
I’m just feelin like my covers and better than the warmth of the sun.
I’m just feelin off I guess..
And I don’t know, I’m just feelin like my pen is the only guidelines to where feeling nothing is valid.
I don’t even know if that made sense.
I’m just feelin like sleeping overall.
Sleeping is good cause you wake up happy every time and I just am feelin like that sounds nice.
I guess I’m just feeling low on fuel cause I’m not going anywhere particularly and it’s kinda makin me nervous just thinking about it.
I’m just thinking about how I don’t really know what I’m feelin and it’s driving me crazy and my eyes keep falling but it’s okay.