Poetry

Saturday 2 November 2024

Moon face

 Now I don't think that you

Are all you claim to be

Because you hold the key

To my heart

And if art could be true

Why then I'd be with you

But you see that we 

are always apart


Oh hold the moon in your hands

I will try to hold the sun in mine

But you should choose the

Silver dart

Just know that the golden arrow

Hit my heart


In the day I love you

But in the night I love art

And I paint your image

In my head

If you ever shed a tear

Then remember me dear

For I will remember you

When you're dead


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