The sun goes down
And that is when we come out of our hiding spots
You normals don't understand
You think the sun is your friend
But it's bright light
Makes you focus on other things
The sun
When it goes down
It will come back up again
It always shines
And in the dark that is where reality is found
In the shadows
Hidden by the light
The moon shows us the lies
That the sun was hiding
Dear sun
Why do you pretend to be important
When all you ever do
Is hid what is in the corner of all those beautiful lies
YOU ARE READING
Crappy poetry
PoetrySo this is (obviously) a poetry book. Most of the poems are sad. All of them are originals. If they sound like another one that already exists deal with it, its not my fault.
