Today, I woke up from
Dreams of you,
To the buzzing sound
Of a moth burning to
Death on a lightbulb
Above my bed.
And I couldn't help but
think,
It was because the moth
Went for something that
Wanted to shine way too bright
To see anything, anything, in front of it.
And we all know that only leads to
Self-destruction.
At 03:07 sharp, every piece of the
jigsaw puzzle
Fell into place,
And it turns out the picture
Is not of you
But a moth silhouette
Hanging off the lightbulb,
Daring to think it belongs.
But what's the difference
anyway?
Every shadow still seems to spell out
"Get over it"
-(Sh)
no* · 1 decade ago
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