I am the moon. My face can hid, but
Often I am liked when my smile is full.
But it is so little when it is.
A short time, I feel full, a beauty I
Cannot grasp with the stars alone.
And then when I am empty,
The eyes of others seek council with the stars,
And I am forgotten until I show light again.
Being full, you cannot capture the memory.
You can only hope I'll return again.
And maybe one day I'll crash into Earth,
And you'll have no choice but to see me
In this dark.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
