He dreamed of her on nights which he spent beneath the moon.
Streaming through the window panes; his heart and brain alive with thoughts
they would not stop for fear of losing their luster.
He wanted the image of her to shine; but not because she was beautiful.
He wanted her to shine like the moon off the glass
because it hinted at the light he found inside of her;
in her words and in her kiss, in the simple things she did.
Oh how he missed her, when he dreamed of her at night.
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[a few poems]
Poetry"i liked everything about him. the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed. i liked it all. i never told him though. i guess that's why he thought it was alright to let me go."
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