I sit here, in the Moon,
All alone, yet I can hear that the Stars words are slown.
Comets swim around me, they too are alone, but I cannot seem to brave and fight, so that they shone.
Shooting stars fly into me, creating craters and dents, yet I still love the tense.
The pain is passed now, over 48 of my Moon cycles had flown.
The shooting stars battering had stopped long ago, but I still feel the tense.
And I still seem to be alone
YOU ARE READING
Secrets that lie in ink
Poetrythis one is a little bit different, it's meant for specific people who can find out the hidden meanings inside the poems, I also just wanted to use this as a kind of venting system without actually venting. it's much easier and safer in my opinion...
