How else can I say this without sounding sappy,
Aside from saying I love you and that you make me happy?
It's past twilight so I'll just stay here,
Still up in the clouds with words so sincere.
The night sky has me in her grasp,
But that's alright because she'll help it last:
The words that fill my head,
Indescribable as you sleep in bed.
I'll never fully be able to express them all,
I'll end up laughing or curling in a ball.
But mother moon helps me speak,
Through words and poetry, to feel less meek.
But you're my dear friend and so I'll say it often,
"I love you" I'll be shouting even beyond my coffin.
So, with lots of love, gifs, and virtual hugs,
I'll see you in the morning, little Love Bug.
Sweet dreams to you and sweet dreams for me,
I hope the night gives you the most beautiful dreams.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
