Jan 19, 2010 22:19
You come around like the phases of the moon,
Sometimes I don't even know where you are.
But When the veil is lifted, lighting up the darkness
Something more gorgeous than the stars.
You float above me.
Each smile shines the heavens so bright,
But you wander off, fade away,
Just to play games with floating asteroids
shooting away in space.
Thus I am left alone to look up
into a sea of black, of nothing.
I am not a sun, not a moon, not even a star.
No, I'm just another promise to break,
A temporary medicine to your ever-growing impatience.
And once I'm old, worn and broken
You push me away oh so far...
poem,
poca