I want to talk to you all day, but I know that if I do, you might fly away.
I want to hold you in my arms till the stars cover the night skies.
And If you don't know, I am obsessed with the moon, the way she shines and blooms.
I know I'm a lot and often to little,
But if you could be so kind as if to give me a chance, maybe just then..
I'd be something.
I know I'm hopelessly romantic,
But only because I have so much to give.
And I don't seek someone, because if I did I know that I would be shown.
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Poems and Unsent Letters
PoetryI often write little poems and letters here and there, I thought I'd bring them out for a walk to see the world, cuz they're just sitting in my notes app gathering digital dust. DO NOT REPOST.
