After you talk to the moon
After you talk to the moon,
She calls you by your maiden name...
And when all the waves you've let
Run down your body from your head-down to your chest...
Let them wash away the pain and cleanse your space
When all the ink has filled the page and I've ran out of new pages...
Will I still remain here?
With nothing written across my face
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.