If only I knew
what it feels like
to crave for the moon
and get a moment,
I wouldn't have felt
so barren for the ocean
who let it go every night
out of its fingers.
So, no matter how much
the ocean tries,
the only way
it will ever greet the moon
is through the shadows
which will allow them
to be together.
YOU ARE READING
The sky isn't always blue
PoetryThese are some of my poetries. I wrote these poems during some very tough times in my life. All I can say is that writing saved me!
