if i would write a poem about you
I can write a poem about you Full of metaphors, paradoxes, and all other things that might describe an out-of-this-world person like you. You can be the heavenly bodies: The sun, the moon and stars who seems to be patient in chasing each other every single day As the sun peeks at dawn and sets at dusk leaving a trail of spectrum across the horizon. You can be the seasons: Cold as winter Warm as the summer Mesmerizing like the spring And nostalgic like an afternoon of autumn. Things that seems to be poetic But describes a person like you Like how these words have one thing in common–change. You changed. Yes,love. You did.
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