I do not mean to flatter, when
I say you are the moon.
Your existence lies so distant,
Yet in my sight you loom.
A tide I am to your expanse,
you push and pull my heart.
Though years it's been since we did speak,
your smile tears me apart.
A sun you've found, to orbit now,
perhaps it's for the best.
Some lips, I hope, will eclipse yours,
till then my soul won't rest.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
I do not mean to flatter, when
I say you are the moon.
Your existence lies so distant,
Yet in my sight you loom.
A tide I am to your expanse,
you push and pull my heart.
Though years it's been since we did speak,
your smile tears me apart.
A sun you've found, to orbit now,
perhaps it's for the best.
Some lips, I hope, will eclipse yours,
till then my soul won't rest.
