The Sun, The Moon
Poetry about hurting and love
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
I whispered to you under the moonlight
Your face lit up when I told you it meant 'I love you'
Young and free, always together through it all
I remember feeling so in love with you
And years went by, we're still here
We sat under a shade, watching the sun rising up
"The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?"
I asked you, my heart breaking when you just smiled
Didn't ask me what it meant like the last time
I wondered if you still loved me like I love you
Before I knew it, you left me all alone
Under the droplets of rain pouring down on me
I watched you go, and I couldn't do anything
And I knew that you figured out what I meant before
And that was...
'I love you but I'm letting you go'.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch



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