the moon will sink when she cries her eyes will glow with the sunrise her lips curl in to her sweet smile and talks me into staying still a while and when her hand and mine do meet it makes my heart skip over a beat then there is her sweet lonely face like the angels so full of grace someone you would never ever neglect because you already know she is perfect
for all those who put her down. whoever she may be. friend or not. this is for her. a poem for the girls who think bad of themselves. as always, enjoy.
glad you like it.
still glad for it