Crescent_Moon

Sometimes I want to be alone
because tears are a private affair

Sometimes I really need my space
just a little bit of fresh air

So move
get out of my way

I wanted to seize the day
but now I'm crying
dying 

The sun beats down
and burns the ground

It turns the dirt to dust
which blows away
in a hot dry wind
that carries not relief

Where is the rain?

I love the way it falls
the way the clouds
hide the sun