i stood there
killing my aching bones
waiting for something
i don't know
and my heart was weeping
and my fingernails were sharp
and the rain first stung
then soothed
i stood there unsure
and i was like that
till the moon rose
and from the horizon
i could see you
and everything was still
so the moon smiled
as she watched
me fall into your arms
both of us collapsing
to the floor
clinging tightly to the other
sent a silent thanks
to you
and she looked away
for now i wasn't waiting
and the moon could stop
collecting my tears
for stars
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a swallow of words
Poetry-original poetry collection -these are not all the poems i have written as some are too personal and i already have 200+ -feedback is appreciated :) -if my writing can help or reach and mean something to someone i will be over the moon -thank you...