As a child
I was scared of the moon
I thought it was following me
I thought it would bring doom
Now I stare up
At the midnight sky
In love with the light
Not wanting to say goodbye
I've always love the night
It give a sense that you can hide
Everything muddled together
No one knows if you lied
The night of a full moon
That's what I blame the strange things on
That eeriness
When it's looked upon
But when you look at the moon
The stars all around
It saddens me
That I'm suck on the ground
I have a love for the light
In the ink blue sky
I beg for the sun to stay down
So I don't have to say bye
But every night the moons dies
To let the sun breath
Until the next night
It will be there for me
YOU ARE READING
The broken, are the brilliant
PoetryThese are my thoughts and poems. I don't know where they come from, they just seem to fall out of me. (Photography mine as well)
