Black;

There's so many things that remind me of you

They used to be happy things, but now they're kind of blue

You used to be the sun

But now you're just the night sky - black

You're not even the pretty night sky filled with

Stars & the dreams of an insomniac

You're the night sky over a city of a million lights

But you were always this way, I never knew

'Cause I just focused on the moon - the good parts of you

And I'm still living in the night, and lately I can't see the moon

But I don't wonder where it went, like I used to do

I just hope the sun will rise tomorrow

And I'll forget your face

And your stinging embrace

And the way you said 'I love you' like you'd rather runaway

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and sad story told in the poetry.
"I just hope the sun will rise tomorrow
And I'll forget your face
And your stinging embrace
And the way you said 'I love you' like you'd rather runaway"
Escaping love leave us wanting. The above lines were true-ful and honest. Thank you C for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote