Each night was lonely and lonely
Only your light serves as hope
On the frustrating path to your worth
That's where I fit in
I'm tired but still skipping,
To be with you in a dream or in this world,
In the dream you are so bad and unloved,
Hopefully here on earth you will continue to grow and not go astray.
My moon, don't pity me,
In the light and guidance you do not stop and pray,
That in your lifetime you will be there and will not be blown away by the wind,
Which will put you away and make others happy and entertained.
That if I were to get hurt and suddenly disappear,
Of the illnesses received and felt,
As if you were not with me when you said goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
It's a gift
Poetrymy love, my received feedback nor feelings. Some hurts. Some not. But considered as a gift to challenge you as a person. I hope you like it.
