Title - āmoonmilkā
i stitched stars into my sleeves,
so i could wear the night to bedā
but the moon kept whispering
all the things i never said.
tea went cold in porcelain dreams,
books fell asleep with a sigh,
and iāhalf ghost, half girlā
watched my shadow learn to cry.
i keep love in glass jars,
labelled with dates i forget,
and water dead flowers
just to feel soft regret.
if you see me in a memory,
let it rain, but not too loudā
i only dance when no oneās watching,
and the sky is wrapped in cloud.













