Just like the moon, she was serene
Cause just like the moon, she stayed
Even in the darkest nights,
Even through my quietest screams,
Even when I fell apart,
She was there to pick up every piece of mine
Indubitably every time.

Just like a blanket under the winter sky
With the warmth and comfort
Even in the coldest nights
Even through my shivering solitary,
Even when I laid in silence,
She was there to lend all her ears.
For, I was the silence and she became my words...

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