Moonlight in your room
Flatters with the fading
Shadow of your memories
So well hidden in the
Middle of yourself
So well hidden because
You don’t want to
Don’t want to remember
Moonlight in your room
Fills the emptiness inside
So well built up over those
Sad memories you don’t
You don’t want to feel no
Not anymore because the
Scars won’t heal and pain
Is what remains of the day
Moonlight in your room
Shines upon your body
While you lay down in
Endless doubts of what you
Should do next and what
Is the sense of all the times
You told yourself not to give
Up on this life that is yours
Moonlight in your room
Was the last thing you have
Seen in its entire beauty
Filling the emptiness of that
Room you lived in and of
That heart which never
Stopped beating until the
Sun came out that day
December 1,2006 mk
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There's not much to say... This poem is to be felt- not to be rated. I like it, because I feel it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree - poetry should be felt first...and last. And Martine's poems are full of feeling: -) N