Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2015
The moon spills from your eyes,
be the light behind my life,
and if not
I'll love you just the same.
All these scars and their stories,
all these full hearts with their
empty rooms.
Where do we go from here?
My love,
tell me where this road
will take us.
feeling a little lost today
Written by
Anna Skinner
  899
     Dreamer, Leal Knowone, unknown, Creep, Escalus and 1 other
Please log in to view and add comments on poems