-Poetry: Our Last Time Together-
The soft grass under us,
Is considered a plus.
As we lay here, under the black sky.
The stars shine brighter than the moon,
And the sun at noon.
Soft winds weep,
As the twilight is put to sleep.
The shadows scream,
And the lights beam.
Forcing them back,
Like a wolf's pack.
The soft grass under us,
Is considered another plus.
As we lay here, under the bright sky.
The sun shines brighter than the stars,
And leaks more than reopened scars.
Storm clouds smile,
And you know the sun won't be back for awhile.
Our eyes cry,
And ask why.
We are forced back,
To walk and trot on different tracks.