the moon is calling out my name
like she has already made her claim
if shes out at night i will stand and stare
i hope she doesn't care
i look to her for guidance
i ask her questions but only get silence
but i feel like she still some how gives me answers
she looks over me
tells me who i could be
I'm in love with the moon
YOU ARE READING
For those who hate love
Puisimy poems that don't involve love NOT all rhyme because they are Free-verse.... thank you ;)
