The moon
That raised
Tonight
The sun
That failed
To fight
The stars
That's shining
White 'n bright
They're proof
That we
Exist.
Poets.
We made them with our words.
We wrote about
the beauty.
It became beautiful.
We wrote about
the warmth.
It became warm.
We wrote about
The light.
It became light.
We wrote about
the dark skies.
They turned dark.
When nighttime
Falls
And the moon
Rise
Think about me
Because I think of you.
YOU ARE READING
The unspoken words of a Lost soul (complete)
PoésieIn the moment, by the time, there will always be those few words that you will never say. I write Because When I'm gone Someone will remember me ...
