A Scribble from the Past
I did a few poems a while back, when I was probably still a teen. You know how it goes, that is what teens do all the time. Somehow I like this one the most, still felt the same sometimes. Thanks to the girl who inspired me.
Suns or moons
They are my suns, too far to reach, but the distance will never manage to dull their brightness.
Light is what they create, but I am so afraid to look into them;
for that I know the warmth will heat up my blood, and melt my senses.
Please, don’t close them, a cloudy day would bring the deepest sadness to my soul.
They are my moons, too near to miss, but the distance will never be able to quench my desire.
Purity is what they show, and I am so inspired to look into them;
for that I know the softness will calm down my pulse, and ease my pain.
Please, don’t close them, a moonless night would bring the biggest fear to my heart.
