The bright blue Moon.
Is filled with wishes.
W
ith wishes
of seeing you soon.
Darkness clouds my soul,
and reminds me,
of when it was whole.
The days when I was happy;
the time when I could feel;
when it all felt real
My soul is like the moon at night,
it is clear and in sight.
Like all the stars bright,
like little suns in the night.
My love is like the moon
but like dark clouds,
like summer droughts,
I wait for them to pass.
Because then at last,
I will know and feel;
that my wish is near.
The wish of seeing you appear.
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Thoughts, songs and some poetry.
PoetrySometimes i can only express myself by writing, and this is a compilation of the ones i like the most.
