I was a light
I blinded people
I wanted to let them in
but they were terrified by my warmth
He was a shadow
He wasn't blinded
He could go in
He was too cold to feel my warmth
I was a sun
He was a moon
I was standing in the light
He hid in his own shadow
I didn't notice him
I was blinded by my own light
He noticed me
He was held back by his own shadow
I have gold hair
but black eyes
He had pitch black hair
but silver eyes
I was light but held back my darkness
he was darkness but held back his light
I remember noticing him
in the shadow of a streetlight
smoking a cigarette
looking at me with his silver eyes
he was fascinated
I was mesmerized
the rest is history
he is my moon
I am his sun
I think this is kinda a short story, I like it
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the consequences of life
PoetryLife is something magical. Life is something beautiful. Life is something frightening. Life is something addictive. Life is something...... a new bundle of my poems following living a lie. I will be posting new poems and maybe some changed old ones...
