The creased eyebrows above angry eyes,
And the thin-lined lips,
Scared others from a mile.
And yet the moon always smiled at him.
His smile melted that stone-hard heart.
His laughter filled butterflies in a certain someone's gut,
But it always remained a secret,
Until the head hazer's mask slipped.
He stood in the middle of the playground,
Glowing under the sun's light,
That enhanced the sun-kissed skin.
Another sun stared truly mesmerized.
When the hands were lovingly held,
Lips met in a searing kiss.
Two hearts meld into one,
And just the gears stayed to attest.
YOU ARE READING
The sun's moon
PoetryA poem inspired by sotus. The characters and the cover photo belong to their respective owners.
