butrfli garden 12

"i am still, i pick up your head and hate you for my existance. your love died as if human itself. time went on. The clock still reads, the earth, it barely breathes. My heart it is the moon, your love it is the sun. Without the sun, the moon stays new. And I never see stars for they need you too."

Much like my friend, I have no clue what to do with this page. All of my poetry is like over a year old, so it is a bit juvenille. I have added a peice of a poem I wrote a long while ago. But I would appreciate any or all input on what I should do with this page.