The Lonely Moon

The Lonely Moon

Our love started too late,
and it ended too soon,
And now every time I see you,
I'm reminded of the moon.

It looked so lonely,
Surrounded by stars that looked so bright,
Oh, how I remember the moon,
As we said goodbye that night.

In a Week

Six days
To get to know you
Five nights
During which my love for you grew
Four moments
To tell you how I feel
Three words
That once said would make everything real
Two kisses
Hidden on my cheek
One chance
That will last much longer than a week

The Forest Was Too Dark For Her

The Forest Was Too Dark For Her

The room was so quiet 

That the rain could be heard

As it fell from the window

While the wind howled and stirred

The girl sobbed into her pillow

As blood dropped down her hand 

For attention they said

But it was not like this was planned

Scars raked her body

Like roots from a tree

Getting deeper with time

But unlike a tree her 'roots' held no beauty

Her home held no love 

And school was the same

As the teachers turned their backs 

Her classmates turned her depression into a game

They teased and laughed at her faults

They pushed and prdded to see if she'd cry

But she knew that if they saw tears

That next they'd want her to die

So now she's got a pen in her hand

And she's sitting on her bed

With a letter beside her

Written in cursive it said:

This is my goodbye

But it's not filled with love

You might think you deserve that

But not when it's the one thing I've been deprived of

My life is not a toy

Contradictory to what you've always thought

"Keep your hands to yourself"

Was something you were obviously not taught

So here is a lesson

Before I fly away

Try and find something good in someone

Each and every day

She folded the letter 

with the utmost of care

And placed it in a envelope 

Making sure it did not tear

A tear fell from her eyes

And crashed onto her wrist

On top of the blood 

Of which it now kissed

With one last look 

She said goodbye to her life

She walked to her window 

and grabbed hold of a knife

Her skin was so tender 

It wasn't like cutting down a tree

And as she crumpled to the ground

She whispered "at last, I am free."