Poetry For Everyday People
My Pretty Girl
I dream not
of yesterday's moon
but the two moons
in your eyes
the softness of us
when we touch
far away
from the world
far away
from our hurt
not knowing
what pretend
means.
of yesterday's moon
but the two moons
in your eyes
the softness of us
when we touch
far away
from the world
far away
from our hurt
not knowing
what pretend
means.
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My Pretty Girl
My Pretty Girl