I have never been fond enough
Of just one moon
All the moons I've seen before
Have given me a new light
And it all started
Many moons ago
The first moon-
was haunting me
It gave me scars
and bruises
and everything in between
The second moon-
was calming to see
I howl at the sky like a
broken record
The third moon-
never showed up
It was all a ruse;
a forgotten memory
The fourth moon-
was the brightest,
the most luminous moon
someone could ask for
What did I do to deserve this?
Why do I go on without a care in the world?
I walk alone at night
looking at the bright sky
Waiting for the next moon
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Nostalgia Feeling
PoetryA collection of poems that delve into how we feel as human beings and why or how it makes us human. Whether this is through the emotions we feel, the events we experience, or everything in between. This poetry album is a great representation of me a...
