I placed you as high as the moon

And stood in awe of your beauty.

I was tied to you like the tide,

Riding your highs and lows,

Never finding my own rhythm. 

But eventually the you left and the sun rose,

For even the moon is only a reflection 

Of its light.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Natalie is a high school senior from Dublin, Ohio. She writes poetry and photographs as side hobbies. She hopes to pursue a career in journalism after college.