Once upon the midnight sky,
I sat with you under the moonlights’ eye.
While under there; the stories we shared,
O’er the hills, the stars did align.
I listened clear as you laughed amuck,
About all your dreams and bitter luck.
Your eyes so brown, they danced as gold,
I’d believe any lie you ever told.
But a worry, none; you are truth in itself,
A luscious woman to whom I’ve knelt.
Your hair it shone in streaks of red,
Out of light, it’s brown is all that led.
You always remind me of a perfect poem,
Wavy, beautiful, everyone should know them.
Truth, is my definite, so say I;
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,
Even more, until I die.
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
