Dark Poem by Emily Walker
Dark
She might be your guardian angel,
But I’m your shooting star.
You’re begging for a meteor,
And a new moon.
Hand in hand,
Beneath the starless sky,
You, her.
The angel and her halo,
Trailing behind a majestic light,
I follow in the clouds,
“A shooting star! ”
I twinkle, fade,
She nibbles on your neck
No one can hear you,
The black universe,
And a new moon.
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4/22/2024 8:25:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nicely done! ! nice metaphors! ! !