This night is made mostly of
thunder,
lightning,
and a little of rain
but were I to choose between a memory or two
I'd choose ones that I get to be with you
I could give you all the love I've grown in my hands,
Just imagine all the poems I could write
If I could just control the tide,
the waves in my chest,
But I am not the moon
And your smile might be
the first sun that shone on me today.
But I didn't smile back.
I couldn't.
When he made me see darkness,My eyes took its sweet time to adjust
and maybe this is just me
getting overwhelmed to all
this radiance you emit,
and maybe this is just me
not being brave enough
again,
or maybe this is just me.
Just me.
Maybe I should just forget the part where I imagine writing all those poems.
YOU ARE READING
Nocturne
PoetryAccording to the dictionary, a nocturne is a work of art that is inspired by the night. So sing with me, dearest moon, tonight shall be a nocturne. Copyright © by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #52 in Poetry - 11/3/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the ph...