There are times I'd like to think of the moon
Gazing at the stars like how I stare at you
It's been weeks, yet it seems so soon
To remember you as bright, as blue
Like the sky, strangely stippled, and peaceful
Perhaps a memory is only my weapon
We get each other almost as fateful
The attraction that a magnet could beckon
At this point my mind is an overflowing river
I think of you when I'm supposed to forget
A shadow, not even an option to consider
Not trying for you is my forever regret
In lonesome, all I can do is imagine
The things we would do if we had a chance
How your hugs grasp my skin like satin
The moon is still, like you at first glance
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The Girl I Can Never Have
Poetryrandom poems for the girl i met on a tuesday night . . . . .
