you stand outside my house
the stars glimmer above you
the moonlight catches in your eyes
you are the image of perfection
but i know that trick.
i know how you stand in a specific place
so the white light radiates like a halo
and how you only come at night
because you know you are my weakness
when you are under the stars
i hear the stones hit the window
but i draw the curtains.
you may look like an angel
but looks can be deceiving.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
