The moon is beautiful, isn't it?
it reminds me of you;
the way your beauty lights up the darkest paths
and how you bring peace when it's raining inside.
You stand up among stars
and when you show up
it's like the moon is not there at all
because the light of your smile is so bright
it feels like a ray of hope
when the electricity went out
on a tormentous night.
The moon is beautiful
but in my eyes there's nothing as beautiful as you;
and i love watching the moon,
but i love watching you more
because even though the moon warms up my soul,
you make me feel home.
YOU ARE READING
A tortured poet from Taylor's department
PoetryIt should be illegal to feel this much.
