You were the moon
I was pleased to see you each night
You did not burn like all the other stars
But your shine was unique among the heavens
I was eager to see your face
After long days of toiling under the sun
Your full beauty was captivating
And my bruises would be forgotten
But dark clouds now cover the sky
Which you willfully hide behind
And there are days I feel the sun on my back
But it can never replace the moon in my eyes
Author notes
A contest entry
- The sun in my soul's sinking lower while the hope in my hands turns to clay. by coloringmysenses.
1750 points, ended July 22, 32 entries
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Though a somewhat brief piece, I enjoy the imagery you put into it.
The way you word your lines creates such a perfect scene.
Wonderful piece and thank you for entering! <3 -
ah noctural activity, well the nights are better than the days in my humble opinion, let's howl a poem to the heavenly body. a good poem.
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