Tales of a Drowning Soul

The Moon

I sit watching the moon.

You hold my hand, leaning against my shoulder.

You tell me that Saturn is visible,

Speaking soliques of the solar system into my ear.

You seem to know everything about space.

So as you speak to me

I dream of staying here forever.

Looking up at the moon, 

Wondering what waits for us.

The moon glows like a beacon, telling me to be happy.  Be thankful

A light in the night.

So we sit for hours, talking, laughing, smiling, sitting in comfortable silence.

The light wind making a sibilance.

I lean closer to you for warmth as the chill of night sinks down upon us.

But I won't fuss.

I will stay with you forever,

You are my anchor in a sea of sickness.

So I will sit here, and hold you as you cry.

Late into the night, watching the moon

Listening to you talk of better days.

Hiya folks!  So I know that this was awful.  I wrote this last year when one of my friends and I sat in the woods on this big boulder talking about life and stuff.  It's bad, and only some of it rhymes.  I know all my poems are bad, but this one is especially.  Thank you, everyone, that is reading.  I appreciate it so much, you really are helping me by reading this!

–Grey_Orchids

P.S. I've come to the realization that most of these poems are probably going to be about my thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc.  Sorry if you don't like that, I just find it easier to write poetry that relates to me. (Hope that doesn't sound too self-absorbed)