the moon grows in stages
and so do you:
first, nothing,
and darkness in my sky;
second, waxing,
and you're breathtaking to watch;
third, full,
and i am infatuated with you;
fourth, waning,
and i'm watching sadly as you go;
fifth, new,
and i can finally see the stars.
YOU ARE READING
the art of loving you
Poetryall the things about our makeshift love that i think about when i am half asleep. -x- [ highest rank: #274 in poetry ] [ 2015 - 2016 ]
