She's the moon in the starry night
Her tears held back from fright
But glistens throughout the sky
Sings to herself "twinkle, twinkle, little star"
To be reminded that she's not far
From what is important
At moments, she hides behind the blanket of clouds
From the ticking fear of time
But when her heart sings out loud
She will give people their prime
Or tries to do otherwise
Curiosity par takes in her eyes
While dancing across the sky
Waiting, patiently for things to be right
For some nights, she needs someone else
To sing her "twinkle, twinkle, little star"
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I wrote this poem for an English project. We had to write an extended metaphor about us, and I thought it would be cool to compare myself to the moon.
~CSM
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Poetry of my Thoughts
PoesieI guess this would be poetry. Somethings that I write to get my frustration out. Or I just start to get all poetic...something like that I guess.
