My eyes are red and burned
From the loss of sleep
And the hopelessness I bleed
The man on the moon
Told me to hold my head up
For I'll find whatever it is I seek
And whatever it is I dream
The man on the moon
Spoke only of kindness
Promising my safety
Saying he loves me
The man on the moon
Filled me with dreams
Creating hope
Curating good thoughts
The man on the moon
Had been a dream come true
When I had a broken heart
And one too many lost parts
The man on the moon was the only one who could hear me
No matter how far
The man on the moon
Went away too
He was all I had
And now everything is gone
It's been left in the past.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
