The Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sad poem about my best friend when she stopped talking to me.

Submitted: March 30, 2016

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Submitted: March 30, 2016

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Hour after hour, Laying dead, then awake. These hours blurred together, Left me as the wake.

Destroying peaceful bliss, That rest across a mirror, Indulging in on that kiss, Like that luck wasn't sheer.

And now this despair, Held deep now in her heart, Now only me could share, Now that pain of that part.

Here two who once were one, Sit now two oppissite lands. The first, glowed with the sun. As the other was swallowed by the sands.

She forever wondered, While her demons dwell, How ever, she plundered, Deep into this hell.

And the almost heavens, Likewise she set afire, When the ice that hell beckons, Made heat, her true desire.

It is in this agony, That I witness her make, She finds a harmony, Or her great escape.

On her nights journey, I will never stop her, Bathed in blood and worry, I give what she is after.

In my darkest night, My biggest wound, The one that takes my life, Will be the dark moon.

There but not there, Sitting high up above, With no presence in the air, Basking in no love.

It is my curse to hide, My darkened face, On that lonely side, Greeted by empty space.

And far below me all night, You gaze up above and stare, At that glowing white light, That is never truly there.

It now will stay that way, Nothing now will turn, Now not held at bay, That fire, now no longer burns.

Hour after hour, I've laid dead, than awake, They just blurred together, And it was you; caught in my wake.


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