Leaving on Summer
I am guarded by my own winter,
Asking me to lower those guards,
for you to enter,
And I let it melt,
Turning it into water,
Then you said you are now drowning,
Thus, you will be choosing summer.
You made me the deepest sea,
My saddness is to thee,
You, who've lost the opportunity,
To travel deeper in to me.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
