Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

August 5, 2012

Gone

by Artemis Moon

i sit by the window
mourning your leave
the air becomes thick
it becomes hard to breathe
when i am awake
your voice haunts me
but when i sleep 

i think you're with me
and i hope one day
you will see your mistake
so you will run to my arms
and a new love we will make

1 comment:

  1. this poem is supposed to represent love and loss. i hope someone out there can find wisdom in my tween poetry.
    XOXO,
    Artemis Moon

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