ALL I KNOW IS WHEN I SEE THE MOON I THINK OF YOU AND THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE LOVE

she would kill for a moment behind your eyes

but would that make her a sinner?

how beautiful your blossoming mind must be

if even your foggy words stir with her

the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,

the rose she thinks she deserves,

the blossom she imagines you giving to her,

in return for the petal in her reserves.

This poem is about: 
Me

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