The moon will rise
Silent and gray.
The tears are the prize,
From a game I don't wanna play.
The sun will sink,
Hot and burning.
Your memory of me is gone in a blink,
Leaving me with a sense of yearning.
My eyes itch from holding back tears.
My skin burns from your touch.
I would wait for you for years.
I love you that much.
The moon will rise,
And the sun will sink.
Don't tell me your lies
If you'd be rid of me in a blink.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
