by LifeLess Dec 16, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
My moon is dark My moon is blue my heart turns cold as i come to see you. i slit my wrist but i just cant tell because i cant find you down in the depts of hell. so i guess you went up instead of down when you told me you would always be around.It was all a lie it was never true. Now my moon is dark,my moon is blue my heart stays cold in remebrance of you! |
by Boy
Well thts sweet writing. gd luck. may you live long |
Sad. great flow. great choice of words. i liked the metaphors of everything. very well written. could defiantley be tweaked and made better but its still a great poem. |