I ran my hand through the air
And imagined to be your hair
I glanced to the moon
Captivated by the wholeness
My chest filled with water and yet could not
Release
It stormed inside,
The moons power brought it up
And swept it me away
I didn't have a chance against it
When the moon reminded me of you
Dark and glowing
Surrounded by stars and yet
The most stunning
~ You are the moon. And I am the sea.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
