Under the Silver Moon

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By Cutie In A Death Cab

Walking under the silver moon My hand feels lonely and cold I'm not wishing for a mitten, But another hand to hold Someone to share this nite with And smell the fresh, fall air To feel the cool and gentle wind As it blows through our hair Someone to playfully shove Into the crispy, yellow leaves That carpet the ground beneath us And have fallen from the trees Someone to lie in the grass with And gaze at the stars above Wondering how they got there And how that clutter resembles a dove Someone to simply smile at Just because they exist Someone to share the nite with And make each moment bliss Walking under the silver moon My hand feels lonely and cold I'm not wishing for a mitten, But another hand to hold

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April 23, 2005 21:05Don't build lies on ice cubes.

thats beautiful..and lonely...I do like your poetry.

May 30, 2005 17:26wishing_on_stars

So...wishful and longing. This is good work

June 27, 2006 07:07User

Hmmm..intriguing..a unique way to describe yourself in a lonely state..

January 24, 2011 18:19Debbie Baker

Your poem is very touching. I can feel the desire in your poem. This is a great poem.