I liked the stars and moon more then the sun and the sunset
I smiled at the moon more then I ever did to myself
She looks beautiful sometimes blinding
She makes me want to talk about you more while she tells me about her sun
The stars stand by her side, listening to us talk
We talked all night, she tells me how she fell in love with the sun while I told her I am not ready to fall
My eyes felt heavy making her smile, she told me to go sleep but I smiled back and said not yet
Not until she is done
I want know how they met, how she fall in love and what did he say in return
Only special people receive back the love they give
Not people like me not people like you
But people who thought they couldn't be loved,
They thought they were unlovable but somehow found the one who actually loved them
I smiled everytime I looked up at the sky and found her again
Sometimes hidden, sometimes blinding sometimes incomplete but still beautiful
The stars aren't her beauty nor is her shine but her marks the hips and dips on her skin
She is adored because of her marks and not because of how shined
That's what I think
Different people have different perspectives of what the moon means to them or how they love the moon
But for me its always been the scars, the dots and the freckles that she tries so hard to hide
That's why I find her beauty
She isn't ashamed of her marks like I am
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Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoetryThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
