How does the moon shine alone?
Such a dark sky, when does this light fade?
I thought I would shine upon her,
But she lighted my failures.
Burned I did from a candle,
Closed my eyes before ignorance.
My prayers turned against me,
My tears waiting to release.
It really does kill, this loneliness, doesn’t it?
A poison whose course everlasts,
With such a sweet taste, neverending.
Sound I do insane, lost of sense,
Perhaps let my tears do the speaking, not I.
Let my tears become drops of paint,
Words of a letter,
Stars in the sky.
Forever searching for you,
Looking towards you,
Yet never finding you.
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This piece has a beautiful ending!!! ❤❤
Very much appreciated 🙂
a nice piece of writing, particularly the teardrops becoming drops of paint
Yes, it’s a beautiful metaphor. Very grateful to you
I love me some poem about the moon!