oh crescent shaped moon,
i didn't realize it would end so soon.waking up at noon,
the sky has taken a break from being blue.days that are a repeat of the last,
waiting for some kind of news.always searching for nothing at all,
but sometimes you.oh crescent shaped moon,
she's found someone new.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy