The moon glowing my favorite orange, the tranquility of the cool summer air.
Yearning not a word to be known to describe.
The thought that this moon is someone's last makes me despise the Sun and moon.
Another day gone and wasted away with many laughs and petty dramas.
Fear a word that can't come to me to describe this gentle moon.
The changes of the month that make our year.
Every rotation is another month shorter from our not so average lives.
The moon is our blessing however it is also our curse to bare.
July 20, 2016
9:52 pm
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From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
