11:17 p.m.
the iridescent light
from the ever radiant moon,
could never shine as bright
as the iridescent light emitted from someone
as radiant as you.
YOU ARE READING
the way he makes me feel
PoetryNo order. No storyline. Just a collection of poems about him.
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11:17 p.m.
the iridescent light
from the ever radiant moon,
could never shine as bright
as the iridescent light emitted from someone
as radiant as you.
