You held my hand
and took away my heart
by letting go of them.
I'm in an indigo mood.
Stars getting dim,
I ache for them to sparkle again.
Night sky reaching out to me...
I'm searching for the moon.
I dearly hope I find it soon.
Left in the dark,
can I create a spark?
Wanting to forget
you're the fire
I wish to start.
I am so thrilled that you are writing poetry, it's not even funny. It can be really helpful sometimes to express how you feel, lyrically, or metrically.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy the line you have for the indigo mood. It's a good synaesthesia, where you combine two alternate senses (in this case, you combine seeing a color with a feeling you may have.). You have the right idea. Colors really do express how we taste, touch, and hear things sometimes. Very pretty line, Ashley.