Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 9,072 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

They Were Not My Everything - Poem by Is It Poetry

To see the moon for what you are.
The grass is green and blue the sky.
Is dark when you are thick,
the leaves the tree, I left alone.
My Everything your little fingers
pull and pushed away.
When the bottom is daylight.
Rain comes again without within.
There light did form and more.
I came to think you are.
And the truth the answer often is.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 1, 2013

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