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The moon hangs in the sky
held there by hopes
suspended in dreams
cool moonbeams
on loan from the Sun
to keep the
darkness at bay until
she returns
do you ever look at the moon
and think of me...
do you ever catch yourself
daydreaming and see me...
do you ever want to hold my
pulse in your hand...
feel my breath on
your shoulder as I trace
your lips with my fingers
down your jawline
to your neck...
or am I a figment of my
own imagination.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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