Past the Moon, Past the Sun

The sun sets past the moon.

The moon rises past the sun.

The same thing, spoken differently.

I love you.

You are my heart.

Both convey a deep care…or so they should.

You can’t always trust the words, no matter how they’re spoken.

You can’t always trust the love that they claim to bear for you.

You can’t always trust the way your heart guides you, no matter how desperate.

Fainting Goat

UT

14 years old

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