moon, drowning through the night
as the cold wind blew over me.
where did it carry this sadness from?
why does these eyes of mine cry?
though i didn't mean it to be like this.
will it damp my eyes as i reach out to the moon?
it'll be over soon, i promise.
YOU ARE READING
a letter to you ;
Poetryall of things i never had the balls to say english is NOT my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes - jeanne
