"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
Sometimes I hate the moon so much Because it knows the secrets you keep And it watches over you every night Sees you in your darkest times
By Isabella Renteria4 years ago in Poets
I remember the day we met It was all so clear to me As if it were yesterday You, standing under the sun Shining brightly like your smile
Time does not heal all wounds It merely softens the pain And blurs the memories I never really cared about it But you were the only one I cared for
When we parted ways years ago I told myself it would be okay Even if it wasn’t at that time So I forced myself to move on
When I met you at sixteen years old I was naïve and carefree And I trusted you with everything You took them for granted
I often wonder what it’s like To fall in love with someone Feel their touch as they hold your hand The gentle kiss on the forehead
Today, I cleaned my room First time in forever And went through my stuff Found my old photographs Both you and me together
I don’t know how to explain this But you make me feel like I’m home After days of being gone away You’re like the sunshine that lifts me up
When I met you, I knew you’d be mine From that moment on, we became close We stayed together through it all Until that one day
I am getting older by every year But I don’t care at all I still think of you from time to time Even after years of being apart
It was a early morning That I took a walk around the park The trees I passed by At least three or four times I didn’t care if I stood more than an hour
I always thought that crying Was a sign of weakness And I could never let it show People think I’m so strong But I’m really not
