You’re like the pale moon
On a summer’s night
That shimmers and glows
To my heart’s delight
And I watch the sun rise
As it spreads its rays
Still you lay on my shoulder
You feel my heart begin to race
You’re like a rocket
And I’m the stars
You reach for me
Amidst hurting scars
And I’m the philosopher
I search for meaning
But it left me clueless
About our beginning
Once I begin
This tale of you and I
We don’t have to ask what if
We don’t have to wonder why
Coz we both are songs
One is the music, the other words
Without the other
The meaning blurs
But without words
There is still sense
The notes keep changing
Harmonies and blends
And without music
There is still poetry
We can play with rhymes
We can get by easily
So what for is you and me?
They say what makes us alike
Are ties that bind
But all the better what makes us different
You keep that in mind.
Coz we both are songs
One is the music, the other words
Without the other
The meaning blurs
J
I once had a collection of poetry entitled: "The Scent of Tears and Butterflies".
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:) i'll try to compile my lit stuff hahaha (if i ever get to find all of them and then maybe you can comment para mas maimprove :)
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