Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
Hey there,
I heard you see stars
You look a lot like them, are they your sisters?
Stars for eyes, the sun for a body
Making aphrodite look so ungodly
Even gravity couldn't pull you down
Now I know the meaning of heaven bound
Even oxygen followed you to the moon
So I guess you're breathtaking and I will die on you
Imperfection is beauty, but you're way past that
You're flawless, you're more than a goddess
We kissed in a kitchen, it was great
But now the food is jealous of how your lips taste
If I could, I would write on the moon for you to see
And say 'I Love you, Do you Love me?'

Yours truly,
Moore
Inspired by the girl in the ripped jeans
Moore Dagogo Hart
Written by
Moore Dagogo Hart  18/M/Lagos
(18/M/Lagos)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems