the stars in the sky

the moon's light

i told him i loved him, but i don't think he heard
the wind was pretty heavy, he couldn't hear a word
endless boredom, he didn't have a clue
we sat on the rooftop and i felt a feeling that i knew
maybe it was the stars or the forest too
but all there was here was us and the moon

my stomach felt sick
as if someone hit me with a smooth kick
the feeling of unknowing sent shivers down my spine
you scooted away trying to draw the line
and simply in your eyes, i was just a waste of time
my eyes began to water, you asked me if i was fine

this feeling of betrayal, i gave you a cold shudder
the way this felt made me want to cry to my mother
because the thought of you made my heart flutter
but simply to you, i'm nothing but dirt in the gutter
i guess this is because you loved someone other
someone who made your life blooming with color

i pick up my pieces, wish i could say i moved on
but maybe because this feeling for you isn't gone
people say love is frowned upon
because in their heart it doesn't live on
in mine it's something that goes on
and people love to sing along

so here i am sitting alone
with tears in my eyes as the wind began to moan
here i am the girl who sits by her lone
at least i'm not alone i groan
golden beams the moon shown

an: this took me thirty minutes to write. i really love the moon. but i never got rejected under it. i would love to sit under it on my roof and just stare. that'd be such a great like date idea in my mind. makes my heart go haha... so cringey.

i had the weirdest dream i swear. well not weird maybe weird because i don't think someone would do that for me. i was facing one of my biggest fears and i wasn't alone because someone i trust was with me. everytime i have this dream the person seems foggy... but this time i could see their face clearly and i know who it is.

i don't know if that's a sign or something? that's just what happened...

anyways that's my life story and i can't wait to get like one vote on this poem... this is my second to last poem. only going to 50 chaps.