When I saw you in the streets,
Time stopped.
Your eyes bore within me,
And you caught a glimpse of the moon of my soul.
When I fell for you on that night,
My heart was yours.
Your hand reached for it,
And you managed to get ahold of it.
When I was ready to give you my life,
My heart was a drum pulsing in the night, for you and you only.
Your hand started clawing,
And you teared it apart.
There once was a silver crescent.
A moon that glowed in the darkest nights,
A moon that cast its light for a being only.
Before that being decided to cast malevolent shadows upon it.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
