you feel her slipping.
and you don't know what to do
and soon
you're slipping
and the galleons,
they're slipping between your fingers
because you'd pay anything, anything
to have her back
you'd give the moon and back
to hear the far-fetched fantasies
of creatures unknown
but you won't
and she's slipping,
and it's your fault, all your fault, dean.
a/n - eh. I felt like freeverse. And Dean/Luna... it just fits.