for a thousand years and more
i waited at the window
fingers pressed against the glass
breath fogging, making patterns.
i saw the vibrant sunsets
counted more stars than any other
and every time the moon did rise
i asked him for a kiss.
through the glass, eyes glowing
face turned towards the moon
i asked for the release from life
but never did he reply.
so the window is my haven
and the moon is my tormentor
i'll wait till the window fades away
i'll wait for my kiss of death.
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Imaginary Friends
PoezieThis was a collaborative work with my friend, who was writing a book by the same name. With this book, we basically could come up with a topic or prompt and write a poem each on that topic, and publish it in our respective books. We were allowed to...
