Hype up the Moon:
narrative poem
Goddamn my beautiful Jaci;
You’ve hung the moon and stars
You’ve got this gorgeous glowing
pale skin like
you were blessed by
the twilight of the moon itself-
Promise, I’m over the moon for you!
Jaci those fucking colorful eyes are like once in a blue moon
You’ve got me feeling like
I’m trapped a moon away
in a garden maze-
Jaci shit, I ain’ t trying
to leave whatsoever!
I love your aura
In all seriousness;
are you trying to become all mine?
Let me hype up the moon,
with your dazzling ass
can’t be in the sun for too long girl,
like a moon on a stick!
Keep shining through the darkest of times
GIRL I see you!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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