We love the night
Because,
When the sun falls
Beneath soft hills
And the moon
Rises into the sky,
There is no one
Left awake
But the stars
And the shining moon
To see us fall apart.
We pick apart
The bones and ash
Of our skeletons,
The stained glass shards
Of our souls,
Looking
For the hope
And the joy
We so long for.
Every night
We pick ourselves apart
Searching,
Searching,
Only to wake in the morning
And put ourselves
Back together again
Under the golden light
Of the rising sun.
We learn to love the moon
In all
Its cratered beauty,
As,
Every night,
It is there
When we expose ourselves
To the night sky.
And yet,
After seeing every piece
Of our broken souls,
The moon still smiles down,
Every night,
Loving us
When we are unsure
How to love ourselves.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of some of the poems I've written. Some of the poems are in fact set in the same world, but not all of them have anything to do with each other. Read a few to find out if you like them, I promise they're pretty short. :)
