The moon always rises
before the work is finished.
Calm, soothing,
it means no harm.
Stars, planets, galaxies
the night brings peace.
My moon was her pearls,
her confident posture,
her waves of gold.
The sun will not set
when olive skin is burning.
Defiant, stubborn
while its inferno blazes.
Cracked pavement, dry soil,
the day does not cease.
My sun was her regrets,
her forlorn moods,
her bruises.
The moon has gone,
and the sun never sets
when I'm on my own.
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PoetryA collection of poetry that I have written while listening to music on full blast. ~My favorite bands~ Imagine Dragons AWOLNATION San Cisco Linkin Park The Neighbourhood Atlas Genius