⭐️ Their eyes were like the stars— But stars are not blue, Nor green, Nor the deepest shade of brown.
**** watch people not read this note section, but this is another parody on those wannabe poets that think by making prose aesthetically arranged and making it look like a stanza is poetry. If you know, you know. Also, watch this trend because it’s “aesthetic”.
Also, Shakespeare’s sonnet gave me the idea for this ****. Hence the title.
The other may be taller - The other may be older - The other may be more, but that doesn't mean that you are any less - S/he loving you? All that means that s/he sees more so much more, in you too so stop questioning the love and just love, love them to death, and so much more so beyond.
How come you call me when the rain falls, And her when the sun shines? How come you say you think of me when you pass a river, And her when you pass an ocean? How come you tore my heart to pieces, And mended hers into a whole? How come you said you loved me, And say you love her?