A thousand stars are
without meaning.
The endlessly long time
is silently filled.
The sky doesn't know
either lies or truth.
From far away, it just watches.
The days when I was high up in the sky,
That day I felt myself to be
the center of the world.
I want to feel
the warmth.
Even so,
where are you going?
This is
not reaching you.
The star you reject...
Since it sheds light on night
I want it to extend
The darkness that passes that day
The sky doesn't know
Either love nor promises.
It just represents our destiny.
I want to believe
that we've understood eachother.
I thought you hadn't known.
I am unable to tell you to stay by my side
I zone out while standing, all alone.
By: O My Devil
Great poem. Make some more. ;)
Thx, got a few, but still writing better ones.
Ooh, sounds great. Post them here after you make them !