she falls from the moon

she falls from the moon
from the sky she is born.
falling towards earth
she stumbles on the ground
not used to the rocks.
she is jaded.
away from us she falls.
away from you she runs.
into the forest,
torn apart by the wicked branches.
going under them wont help.
she's lost in the darkness of your heart.
what a waste.
so young.
youth cut down in its tracks.


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