Your eyes look like
the reflection of the sunset
on the vibrant blue water,
ripples of yellow
shining on the surface.
I'd drown for you,
I'd burn for you.
I do,
every time I see you.
There's nothing wrong with you -
how could there be?
Your soul is like the moon,
bright yet in the dark,
full of craters
that you think are holes
needing to be filled.
You don't realise
how light you are,
do you?
Everyone looks up
at you.
Who doesn't love the moon?
you rise and shine
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)