The moon was dark,
The sky was black.
The centerpiece was a glass heart,
And the ground was flat.
The earth was barren,
And the rain was tears.
The rivers were blood,
And sat a girl 12 years
At the base of the heart,
She made red art,
She tried to pull through,
But she broke that glass heart in two.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
