The sun is overwhelming.
It kisses my skin and puts a twinkle in my eye, but it burns me.
The sun should learn from the moonlight.
The moonlight lights up a smile brighter than the sun ever could.
The moonlight creates silhouettes against the starry backdrop of a summer night.
The best things happen beneath the moonlight.
Skinny dipping on a warm summer night with your best friends.
Embracing a neighborhood boy in the middle of the street and sealing it with a kiss.
Laying by a pond sharing whispered secrets with a new found love.
The warmth from the neighborhood boy, filling you with love and kisses and hope for a better tomorrow.
But the worst things happen beneath the moonlight too.
Broken hearts as the guy you pined for picks a different girl.
Tears shed at the top of a hill while you wait for a friend to walk you home.
Shouted fights as you fall for the wrong guy. Again.
Touching lips with a guy you know you shouldn't.
Yet the moonlight makes everything more beautiful.
Things become black and white, so much clearer.
Poetry by kgirard
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Written on 2008-12-08 at 00:15
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It kisses my skin and puts a twinkle in my eye, but it burns me.
The sun should learn from the moonlight.
Moonlit Nights
The moonlight does it right.The moonlight lights up a smile brighter than the sun ever could.
The moonlight creates silhouettes against the starry backdrop of a summer night.
The best things happen beneath the moonlight.
Skinny dipping on a warm summer night with your best friends.
Embracing a neighborhood boy in the middle of the street and sealing it with a kiss.
Laying by a pond sharing whispered secrets with a new found love.
The warmth from the neighborhood boy, filling you with love and kisses and hope for a better tomorrow.
But the worst things happen beneath the moonlight too.
Broken hearts as the guy you pined for picks a different girl.
Tears shed at the top of a hill while you wait for a friend to walk you home.
Shouted fights as you fall for the wrong guy. Again.
Touching lips with a guy you know you shouldn't.
Yet the moonlight makes everything more beautiful.
Things become black and white, so much clearer.
Poetry by kgirard
Read 640 times
Written on 2008-12-08 at 00:15
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