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