I went from not writing for days to this. About 5 times today. But it helps me think things over. I wasn't going to write this but I feel I should.
I'm standing here, in the parking lot, seeing if there are any fireworks happening still
There aren't
But as I'm looking up I see the moon
I have always been a lover of the moon, and I think I realized why
I am the moon
The moon only shines because of light given to it from the sun
Even though when we see it we can't see the sun, the sun is still the cause of it
I am the moon
On my own I am dark
But the beams of light I am surrounding myself with make me shine
Others may not know they're there, but I know
I would be nothing without them
People look up at the moon and look at it shining
But it is just reflecting
Currently, my beam of light is coming from the girl who is my inspiration
I may talk about her too much but she is the reason I am writing again
She is what has given me hope again
I am also like the moon in the cliché way
Part of me is always hidden away
But
Everyone has heard that story
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Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
