Moon, I'm glad you decided to come
You see, my thoughts are all distraught
And mentally I am done.
Moon, how do you always understand?
From way in the sky
I only desire the help from your hand.
Moon, is it because you can see it all
Every small mistake
Even through the thickest wall?
Moon, it's your eye that I fear
For I fear everything
That I hold dear.
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoeziePoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
