Insecurity

The moon angers of your beauty

shrouding itself in drapes of darkness

 

The sea laments its cry for attention

but naught was given

 

They say love is in the eye of the

beholder, so I told her you don’t

need no mascara for me to comprehend

why the sun rises from your gaze

 

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