Half-moon kissed and oddly still,
I drank her words like old cold wine,
My will had left and my heart was Ill
Everyone had someone but who was mine?
A hug from mum would do me good
A pat from dad would make my day
A smile from her would fix my mood
But they all followed then left halfway.
"In the end, it's up to you" or so they say
I pick myself up and keep climbing
There's a fading purple that turns to gray-
And the walls come crashing with no timing.
My vision clears and there stands an island,
Cut from the world and crumbling alone,
It seemingly stands on its own as though a highland-
Yet fades in a loudly silent tone.
Two hours in and the half-moon leaves,
The darkness hugs me and I'm asleep again,
It's a cold world with complications and duality-
But this is where I live, In reality.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
