As I sit below the darkest light,

With the crescent shining so bright,

I hold its tear as it weeps

For it has always sat here, lonely.

So, every night, I go to the moon

To listen it’s melancholy.

And remind it how beautiful it is

In every phase, and strong enough

To shine even in the darkest light.

I promise to be its friend for years to come,

And in return, it’ll rock me in his lap

As I breathe my last breath!


By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)