Days like this,
where sorrow exist,
I want to goto space
Sit upon the moon
admire bright stars
and erase my swolen
remains
Maybe then,
in a place of darkness,
and hope,
I won't feel so alone
I'd drift in space
passing motionless objects,
hoping to find someone
of the same sadness
Maybe then,
in conversation
and story telling,
I won't feel so abandoned
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Days like this,
where sorrow exist,
I want to goto space
Sit upon the moon
admire bright stars
and erase my swolen
remains
Maybe then,
in a place of darkness,
and hope,
I won't feel so alone
I'd drift in space
passing motionless objects,
hoping to find someone
of the same sadness
Maybe then,
in conversation
and story telling,
I won't feel so abandoned
I wrote this poem when I learned a valuable lesson: Sometimes, you can't help but be what people expect.