The night was lit by the full moon,
her mismatched eyes made the girl swoon.
They'd met before, many a time,
though never without a reason or rhyme.
The numerous meetings never made her stutter,
but now her heart was made to flutter.
The girl was staring, waiting for a reply,
but she could only wonder why;
why was it, after many a year,
she looked so different, yet felt so near?
Her friend was no longer the same,
yet still she stared at the dame.
Had she always had such fair skin,
or was it that she didn't notice till then?
Her hair fell in waves of black,
truly in beauty her friend did not lack.
Her fingers were dainty, her hands were cold,
startled by the touch, a feeling so old.
Her silence had worried her friend,
and she knew this feeling would never end.
Hello, thank you to any who read this! This poem, and all contents posted here are my own and I ask that you do not repost, copy, steal, etc. I do not welcome bullying, rudeness, or plain mean comments. I do, however, welcome and encourage constructive criticism!
Update schedule is unknown due to a fairly busy life schedule, but the next piece will be posted January 25, 2019. (tomorrow)
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