Midnight Beauty (Her Love) Poem by Levi Lavigne

3 am In the morning, glaring off Into the moon, listening to the slow sounds of guitars and crickets In the field. She writes a short poem that tells everything she's ever felt for him, and how she felt about the moon. Sitting outside on the lawn chair her father gave her, feeling the cold wind graze across her face. Her cheeks will turn red and leaves will cover her feet like snow, and her heart will stay still waiting for someone to sweep her off her feet.

She heard him telling her over the phone, "Baby girl I'm not your type, I'd only break your heart. So If you listen to everything they tell to you, please just start listening to me. Listen to the sound of my voice, and the sound of your beating heart, I'm not going to be here forever, and you got to find a way to handle that. I love you but I got to leave".

He couldn't care less and I guess she shouldn't either, pouring himself another glass he hung up on her. Leaving nothing but the slow sound of the phone beeping In her ear, you'd think that the silent thoughts of depression would start to flood her head right now. But nothing happened, she just sat there In the darkness of the night, coddling herself In her friends sweater, trying to protect herself from the wind. It was cold…. That all she said that night, nothing more.

I sat next to her, holding her cold little body In my arms. Staring off Into the stars, wondering If each one was a child's wish, blessed, and put In the sky to stay there forever watching them. I could hear the leaves blowing In the wind like us, I loved her and she knew, we never talked about It In fear we would hurt each other even more than what we knew. Five weeks passed by and she hasn't talked to anyone but me, she didn't like letting people In.

Last night I could hear her singing the lines of a poem I wrote. "It's midnight and masquerades started to play, dancing crowds, and feelings lost In the winds of our joy. We smoked during cold days afternoon, and what else could I love, nothing felt better then the time I spent with you". I wrote that one for her but never told her, I was to embarrassed, I had no reason to be but I guess I was.

She was nothing less then an angel, and I had to tell her, so I did. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and she deserved someone that would treat her as nothing less. So our story ended their only time will tell, and maybe It's too late but the moonlight could tell, It shone a spotlight over our heads as we kissed. Maybe this was her plan all along.