The Reflection
The summer burns in moonlight pass
Walking through through trees of shadowed out limbs
Our limbs of trees and branches of cold lips
We've collided with knuckles of heads
The cold ripples of lakes in moonlight glimpse
We stared at the fiery moon our memories fade
It was clicks of crickets that sparked our kiss
But it was the moon that reflected our love and passion
Walking through through trees of shadowed out limbs
Our limbs of trees and branches of cold lips
We've collided with knuckles of heads
The cold ripples of lakes in moonlight glimpse
We stared at the fiery moon our memories fade
It was clicks of crickets that sparked our kiss
But it was the moon that reflected our love and passion
♠ ♠ ♠
This is an old poem I wrote back in high school.