Man in the MoonA Poem by LaMyronsomewhat lyricalRemember when we'd drive around to nowhere? We both liked the way the city lights would flare. Remember when I made you rhubarb pie at night? We both liked the taste and fought the last bite. Daddy, I'm giving my heart back to the moon I'm so sorry I stole it from you too soon I want you to hold it, please don't let it fall This world is big and I'm feeling small Remember when you used to tuck me in? And I'd reach up to kiss your stubbly skin Remember going to our house on the lake? where I'd roll into you when I would wake Mother's hands are tied, but she won't know what to do Your little girl is falling, still falling, though you never knew. We don't look for bridges, but we both like drawing maps Your little girl is falling, still falling, for the same traps. Daddy, I'm giving my heart back to the moon I'm so sorry I stole it from you too soon I want you to hold it, please don't let it fall This world is big and I'm feeling small. Now I'm making ginger snaps and brewing honey tea I'm tuning strings I can't play so he'll come visit me. And after all the dreams we share, before my moon died It's him I want to roll into when I roll awake and cry. Daddy, I'm giving my heart back to the moon I'm so sorry I stole it from you too soon I want you to hold it, please don't let it fall. This world is big and I'm feeling so very small.
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StatsAuthorLaMyronWAAboutRecent Cornell graduate currently living in Washington state. Developing poet. I particularly love lyrical, verse, and formatted poetry. Seeking feedback, constructive critique, and referral to rec.. more..Writing
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