The Moon and I #23

It was all just the outlines of things,

All the whispers you hear during kissing scenes on big screens,

The type of flower you see but never smell,

The type that doesn’t take over the room.

That was what right now was like,

A bunch of girls in long dresses staring into mirrors,

A bunch of trees shedding leaves with

No one there to step on them.

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