I hoard thoughts like some people hoard things Like money and possessions Mean everything When you know in heaven you can’t bring
By G.2 months ago in Poets
I often play a game of hide and seek with my heart I will turn my back Count to seemingly infinity When I open my eyes it is ii where to be found
Its not even 6pm And I can see the sun has run from me She’s gone And now only Luna is here to comfort me She is accompanied by wind
Dear Luna, I fear You may be The only one who sees me Under your light I have cried 1000 nights And this evening is no different
By G.3 months ago in Poets
