I stare up at the moon
Hung up in the
oh so blue sky
I think of the people
On the other side of this
Oh so blue earth
And I think of how they are
Sitting in the dark missing their
Oh so beautiful moon
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
