My soul watches the moon,
Drowns in the nostalgic air of you.
My soul, it is a solitary wanderer.
Soaked in the wetness of blood,
The pure heart has turned dark.
The feeling seeps out,
I am a simple symbol of numbness.
Air tries to slip away. It has.
I am a pile of nothingness. My atoms
Cascade to the floor.
But my existence finds the moon,
And once again, here you are.
I drown in the nostalgic air of you.
Do you feel the things
I have forgotten to feel?
Indeed, I have certainly
Forgotten to feel at all.
And as the moons sinks into dawn
Here is the sun, and another
Is its sunshine.
I am left to fend for breadcrumbs.
The sunshine hides behind clouds,
Where has it gone now?
Despite it, the sun calls upon my soul.
"you're here so soon?"
He called, of course I came,
How could I not? But his absence,
It feels normal to me.
The sun says, "I'll stay forever."
Then submerges in the beauty
Of crimson twilights.
And here I am left,
All alone.
Until the moon
Finds my lifeless soul.
- Astrea
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Forelsket
PoetryForelsket- the feeling of falling in love for the first time. This is a poetry book, filled with love poetry and talks about various experiences/ feelings and conflict people feel in the beginning, duration and sometimes after it. -Astrea
