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MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Awake at night
Despite the early hours

I watch the sun rise
Before I climb into my tomb

Or is just my room?
Early morning thoughts
  Nov 2021 MuseumofMax
Juno
I miss a specific feeling that I only got in spring 2019.
I cannot pinpoint what it was.
I have reread the same books, done the same things.
But the specific feeling has never returned.
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Deep ruffled hair
She smells of sweet jasmine and Desi cooking

She emanates her culture
And shared it with me

She swirls around the room in a deep red saree
Her little sister watches inspired

A teacher with a good heart
Never failing to understand

A friend with a sweet smile
Never wanting to pretend

She is perfect in every way
And yet not

That’s why I like her
Oh and she’s hot
A little poem about my best friend
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
I’m sending you messages
Are you even getting them?

“Come back to me”

I hope you listen
MuseumofMax Nov 2021
Dear Lady Moon,

I can feel your pearly white gaze,
It fills me with inner warmth

Your imperfections; your craters
They make you unlike any other

I find myself looking up at you quite often these days
I think she’s been watching over me with her midnight rays

She comes to visit me at night
With her moonbeams bright

Her light of comfort puts me in a starlight daze

I see her and she sees me
Her light shines gleefully

My protector; the watcher
I’m thankful for
my night time stalker
🌙
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