Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
As a child we see light in darkness And all pain seems so mild We haven’t yet built our fortress Why would the moon need walls ? Are the stars mean? As a child we cry each time we fall Because its all the pain we've seen But as we grow older We become numb Our hearts seem to grow colder We were life’s rising moon But now We’re just the dark sky
0
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Childhood is life's rising moon.
As a child we see light in darkness And all pain seems so mild We haven’t yet built our fortress Why would the moon need walls ? Are the stars mean? As a child we cry each time we fall Because its all the pain we've seen But as we grow older We become numb Our hearts seem to grow colder We were life’s rising moon But now We’re just the dark sky
Ohgoodness
Written by
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem