12:51 a.m.
the stars love the moon
more than anything else
but there is always that one star
that loves the moon
more than itself
it shines its brightest
every night
it gleams and it sparkles
it radiates light
but the moon is so busy
the star will just have to wait
to be noticed by the moon
to finally get it's way
the sun will soon be rising
starting a brand new beautiful day
and at the end of
each night the star says to itself
today star
maybe today
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poems; part 2
Poetryjust more poems from a girl that only knows how to write but not how to speak
