I'm the criminal you fear,
The monster under the bed.
We'll never see the eyes,
That we each share.
Never taste with our tongues,
Never hear with each ear.
We're blind to each others reality.
My nightropolis is different.
Your Lunopolis,
Has everything I don't.
Two sides of one coin.
And that's why we,
Are my new favorite color.
So thank you,
For giving me the chance,
Just to experience your beauty.
Thank you,
For helping me to sober up.
Growing up here,
Where the dark shines brighter,
The rain hurts harder,
Made me numb.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
