The Moon

Tell me what you desire most

 

and ill find it or die trying.

 

If it is the ocean

 

ill drown trying to pick it up.

 

If it is a house

 

my fingers will be numb from labor.

 

If it is a diamond

 

my hands will be splintered from digging.

 

If it is the Earth

 

I'll snatch it from the shoulders of Atlas himself

 

If it is The Moon

 

I'll reach up and grab it.

 

Just for you.

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