I'm writing poetry to the moon tonight
Bathed in a gentle porcelain light
Birthed from a heart cut like a knife
with the emptiness of another lonely night
Can you hear me, Mr. Moon
Will you're heartstrings sing with my call?
The echoes ring until they die
Your silence says it all
But with no alternatives in sight
I'll just continue my song
Hoping that one day you'll change your mind
And let me know I'm not alone
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
