Man on the Moon
His moon beams light up my night sky.
His mind speaks to me in whispers
His heart sings a soft lullaby
His body shows me masculinity
He takes me under his wing
My moon,
He lights the darkened night
He radiates a beauty
And how lonesome is his sigh
His eyes are intense like waves that crash
His fingers caress me so tenderly
His lips trace mine ever so delicate
His tongue trails a path of love
My moon,
He lights the darkened night
He radiates a beauty
And how lonesome is his sigh
About the Creator
Genevieve Martel
I have been writing lyrics and poems since I was the age of 12. Now I’m about to be 27, and I drink too much coffee and write nonsense.
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