I miss true happiness.
I miss true happiness a lot,
like the sun misses moon after its rise.
But I'm no sun, as it doesn't bring sadness in disguise.
The moon does,
like I do,
because no matter how many stars are around,
the moon can't twinkle in sun eyes.
I am the moon,
the moon with craters in my heart,
wrecked with tragedy,
like they have always been my part.
And you would say that's not true,
but I implore you to believe,
because sadness has made a home in my heart,
like it's the only thing I can conceive.
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Author:
jade black (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: thankyou for reading the poem, i hope you guys appreciate my suffering < 3
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Comments2
Sadness in this poem and the feeling that things will not get any better. A poem without hope.
A sad and touching write around the feelings things have been bad and at the moment has no hope they will get better, nicely written and expressed
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