I see two figures up ahead
both beautiful, both powerful.
One promises me the moon,
if I choose him.
The other promises me the sun
whether I love him or not.
For the light one loves me,
no matter what.
While the dark one will only pretend,
to love me back.
For to him, I am nothing,
but an object, a single star,
in the great universe.
But to the other,
I am the universe.
The dark one,
shadowed,
promises me the moon,
the stars, the night sky.
The light one,
surrounded by moonlight,
promises me the sun,
the dawn and dusk.
He also promises me,
the one thing the other cannot give,
his love.
Forever.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
