The sun loved the moon, but nobody knew.
As it watched the days go by, it's longing grew.
The moon loved the sun, but envied it too.
It craved its light, and would only watch in rue.
The sun and the moon, alas so far apart,
With no other wishes, than to ease their heart,
Yet the sun was too afraid, and the moon wouldn't try,
And as life goes, the sun did come to die
And the moon fell out of orbit, and into the sky,
All it could do was reminisce and cry
And the moon's light faded, as it drifted into the above,
Grieving over that sun, that he did so dearly love.
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I made a book called perfect insubordination, if y'all wanna read it.
YOU ARE READING
A simple book without much meaning -rant
PoetryCopyright © 2017 A bunch of useless poems that relate to life and stuff. Also imma use it as like a journal to record things.
