The moon and the sun never really meet,
They had eclipses, yes,
They hugged, yes,
But never really meet like how we humans think they did.
But they longed to meet.
The moon missed the sun like you and me
She wants to go back to the sea
The moon knew she shouldn't have fallen
She thought she would fly but instead she fell and never walk up
The ocean never cries even if it does the sky never really knows
It is filled with tears of creature and some of it, its own Some tears are painted in red, some in blue and some in purple
The sky screams when it needs to
It screams to empty its mind and soul
So that we feel whole
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoesíaThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...