Boring Moon

The moon up there,
It means nothing.
Describing its beauty
Would be for another time.

I look at her now, forever.

Anyone with eyes can see.
I think the blind even notices,
The perfection I hold in loose fingers.
Although I will grab and clasp fantically

if I think she will slip out.

When I look into her.
I forget my eyes.
Her eyes, her mouth, her face.
They are the reality.
When I am with her

When I wake up by her,
I am the moon and she is the earth.

A contest entry

~Sweet Dreams~ by Maybe Anastasia. 300 points, ended April 29, 2008, 16 entries
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By me, right now

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B Simon Fitzgerald
April 23, 2008
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Aaron, I thought about all those things but the contest wanted me to keep it, "Simple."
allway aaron
April 23, 2008
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howdy, this is aaron. you want me to be honest, i'm sure. there's not enough to this. especially when you're writing about a person, it's better to put something concrete down, actual moments, more description. also, i think you repeated eyes too much. the part about the blind doesn't work the way it is either.
ravensgift
April 23, 2008
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Beautiful...
venus21
April 23, 2008

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If she meains this much to you I hope that you keep her and never let anything change. But this was a nice pice.