It's Nighttime,
Forever,
In my World.
Just me,
and
The Moon.
One Night,
It spoke to me,
It told me:
"You are my daughter,
If you choose your destiny or not,
Is up to you,"
I was officially,
The Daughter,
Of the Moon.
Living dormant,
In society,
Cast away from it all.
Destiny was caving in,
Breathing down my neck,
"It's time, My dear."
"I'm not ready"
I'd whisper back,
"You have to...
For the ones you love,
To continue breathing."
I could give up my life,
To keep my loved ones smiling and breathing,
Or,
I could live,
But unhappy,
Filled with regret.
An Heir,
To the Moon.
Unwillingly told,
I was the daughter,
of the blue moon.
I don't want this,
I never asked for these feelings.
A reminder,
A mirror,
Just a phantom of extra life.
To give away.
The skies,
Becoming gray,
darkened by tears,
lightened by hope,
and painted by the sun,
and the moon.
"You understand, don't you?"
"I still don't want to... I'm afraid.."
A small gust of wind under my chin,
A breeze,
and a whisper.
"Don't worry, I'll guide you."
Promises,
To keep me safe,
As I drown,
In this unimaginable,
Ocean of Torture.
Taking a breath,
Looking back at the ones,
I loved,
Turning back,
Tearing up,
Heart pounding,
My foot leaves the cliff side,
"I trust you... I'll save them..."
Boom,
Boom,
Boom,
This is the end~
"Anything for them..."
Like that,
I could feel the water,
Filling my nose,
My lungs,
Suffocating me,
Taking my life I was given.
I didn't struggle at all,
Because i knew,
In the end,
It would save you.
That's all I could ask for.
I love all of you ~WC~
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It's Just Us
PoesíaThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
