Feelings,
Shown—

Feelings,
Grown.

I can’t help but to
                                fall in awe
                                                   with her
                                                             ­      idyllic astonishment;

like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
                                                           ­     (not so)
                                                             ­                  blissful slumber.

I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
                                              b e a u t y
                                                               ­    for
                                                             ­      Misconstrued Paraselene.

I saw this specific denim vest
There was only one left
The look of it being priceless
It was just the right size
It definitely caught my eyes
The denim vest had this certain look
All you have to do reflect on took
Of course I had to have the jeans
The one’s that make your legs look lean
I didn’t want the jeans to be tight
But have the look that will be out of sight
The denim vest being blue
It stands for my heart being true
The denim vest setting off the jeans
A crystal clear look that just looks clean
Being rugged and demeanor
The thoughts don’t even compare
Coordinate being more than a word
Then in a message, “Have you heard?”
Denim vest and jeans that look so nice
The upcoming look not needing any fashion advice.