Why did I
have to know
the person you
fell in love with
after you left me?
I really hope
he's safe.
I wonder if he
thinks about me.
You love what you love
and that's what sucks.
Hopefully we meet.
Hopefully we still are we.
I don't even know if
this will last forever.
But I know this ink will.
I have so much to do
and I still choose
to waste my time
writing out my
thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
I Am A Moon
Poésie//This is just a short metaphor poem I wrote, comparing myself to the moon. I thought it was worthy enough to be posted here so..yeah.// [This also might include some of my other work I create.] Notice: All poetry/phrases are created by MOI, Scarle...
