Broken Poem by Tine Vale

The desperate sun,
The unfaithful moon,
I wish I can find you soon,
And so, It has begun....

My wondering eyes
Wishes for you,
My long, heavy breath
Yearns for yours...

My medium, flowing hair
Rides with the wind,
it isn't just fair,
For you to hide under your shield..

Then when the world almost died,
I lost hope,
I wish from the start I tied you in a rope,
As the burning candle dies, I realized from the start... You lied.