To my family and friends,
I'm the smart, quiet one,
The girl who hardly talks,
The girl with no fun.
You can find me in the park,
Sitting under a tree,
With my nose in a book,
And a coffee cup beside me.
There's a world beyond that park,
A world you would never see,
When I'm in that other world,
That's when I'm really me.
Sometimes I'm an elf,
Who guards the woods,
Or a dark witch,
Who casts magic at noon.
Sometimes I'm a detective,
Defeating the bad guys,
Sometimes I'm the criminal,
Committing bloody cold crimes.
Sometimes I'm a werewolf,
Who howls at the moon,
Or a beautiful vampire,
Who sleeps at noon.
I have run away from zombies,
Faced a virus pandemic,
Traveled in two space ships,
Survived a great apocalypse.
And I warn you, my friend,
If you pulled me out of that world,
I'll turn you into a tiny frog,
With a spell, you have never heard.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side of The Moon
PoetryOur minds are also somewhat like the dark side of the moon. There are some secrets no one knows, except us. Sometimes those secrets come out as words. So take a peek at my dark side... 🥇𝟙𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝟙 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 🏅 𝟝𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒�...
