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Aug 2016
A man in the moon?
What a foolish thought.
It's not a man up there,
really it's not.

It's a boy with craters for freckles,
a mischievous face.
Stuck in an endless,
eternal race.

He chases the girl,
with stardust for hair.
He rarely catches her,
but the boy doesn't care!

For every now and them,
when they finally meet,
he feels a feeling so pure,
and so utterly sweet.

Sun and moon meet,
planets collide.
It looks like nothing more,
when you're on the outside.

But every few times a year,
that little boy swoons.
That hopeless romantic,
the boy in the moon.
one of my favorites I wrote while on poetfreak
Written by
4Anonymous7  18/F/Canada
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