Starcrossed Poem by Jacob Wescott

Starcrossed

Rating: 3.5


She walks into the moonlight
He smells he gorgeous hair,
blowing through the whispers of the wind
His heart stops for a minute for only one reason
Her beauty overtook him
They both go to the hill
They meet in the middle of the Wolves' moon
And they wait,
Like stones

Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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