Mood:  lazy

I wrote a poem, and I think it's a darn good one. So I posted it here.

brightly shines the moonlight on

my sleeping face

i dream of the times we had

but it fades away to fuzzyness

and i cry

i cry that i cant remember the times we had

so what will i do when youre gone

i think

what will i have to remember the times we had

just like the universe

coming and going coming and going

its fuzzy

i think it has a lonely unfriendly coldness

but what if theres hope

what if

hidden deep inside that coldness

there is a warm light that shines upon

the memories

that we still

but just barely

but still surely

behold in our hearts

if there were such thing

then id be glad

glad to know that the times we had

can still be acknowledged

by both of us