June 15, 2020
Whispered words held so dear long ago
haunt our hearts like ghost pains
the past is dark and cruel but
I don't want these times to end.
We are young and we are young
forever, right? We are naive and immature.
We've learned and failed and succeeded.
We've loved and lost and won.
Fireflies glow in our carefree summers
and leaves fall in our windy autumns
and snow glistens in our cold winters
and flowers bloom in our hopeful springs
and we grow and we grow and we are still
forever
young.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
