I sit at the park,
until it gets dark.
Under the willow I cry.
The gold sun has set for me,
...
You have to love a cloudy day,
for all you know it could rain,
I walk out side to hide my tears,
it's time to overcome my fear.
...
I see you smile,
I know it was worth everything.
All those restless nights,
Forgotten.
...
I have had a few poems published. Nothing much though. I hope to write a book full of poetry. I have been writing poetry since the 6th grade.)
Golden Sun
I sit at the park,
until it gets dark.
Under the willow I cry.
The gold sun has set for me,
I now let my soul fly.
To the heavens and beyond,
To the stars and far along.
I know what was meant for me,
I now see my destiny.
The golden sun will rise again.
The question is,
When?