This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wake Forest chapter.
I am not sure where things settle during the day.
My nighttime is lush and full of
green things that I can only say under shelter
of the moon
My nighttime lush and full of
nocturnal thoughts and talkative trees, fruits
of the moon.
Do I believe in love?
Nocturnal thoughts and talkative trees, fruits
taste different, way sweeter in the dark
Do I believe in love?
The Sun burns my mind all the way up.
Dear Moon, would you please stop wringing my mind before bed?
I am not sure where things settle during the day;
maybe in sewers and behind walls, hiding from the light
or in green things I can only say under shelter