Maybe

A beauty that blinds me,

Like the sun at its brightest,

You act like it didn’t deter you,

In the slightest,

Maybe.

 

 

But I know better than to believe,

What my eyes perceive,

I have been deceived,

Blowing through the air like a leaf,

Maybe.

 

One wish,One night,

One star that is very bright,

One place that was taller than any height,

Maybe.

 Among them,

Sitting like a broken piece,

Rising like the moon in the east,

Nourishing the sky as a mother would her baby,

Maybe I’ll love you.

Maybe.

The End

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