i'm tired of being your satellite (your_satellite) wrote,
i'm tired of being your satellite
your_satellite

So there

This is for my writer-friends who complain that my poetry of late has been too dark and creepy:

I would
Write you sonnets of passion and longing
And read you to sleep in a room lit with a single candle.
I would
Draw down the moon
And hang it over your head,
A lantern, blooming orange and full,
to light your night.
I would
Pluck the stars from heaven
And weave a blanket of light to cover you till morning,
Keep you safe and whole
For your dear sake and mine.

IS THIS BETTER?
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