Eleven A.M.

His face resounds
in my mind,
and I fear
there it will reside
for eternity
Although his love
is as a dream,
I crave passion
and the stars,
creativity and
the moon,
But his handsome face
contains a shallow life
where there can be
no happiness
Thus,
I will simply
replace his countenance
with the stars
and moon,
until they are
in my possession

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