The Moon
You were like the moon, Ever changing
Never knowing which phase you were in
The push and pull of your tide was rough
I became swept in the undertow
Drifting
Drowning
With the hope
Of capturing the moon
J.L.Cruz
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Short Poem
You were like the moon, Ever changing
Never knowing which phase you were in
The push and pull of your tide was rough
I became swept in the undertow
Drifting
Drowning
With the hope
Of capturing the moon
J.L.Cruz