Saturday, May 15, 2010

Poem #15

Last night was the moon
Today is the sun
We're all under pressure
We're all under the gun

Can't you stop for a minute?
Remember who you are
Sometimes we take things
A little too far

You seem to have choosen
Your own way to go
There's no room for the moon
The sun doesn't dare show

I hope you're not too lonely
But someday you'll see
The pressure was no excuse
For saying good-bye to me


Churlita said...

Uh oh. This doesn't sound good. I hope things are okay with you two.

Tara said...

This was powerful, Laura, nicely done.

laura b. said...

Churlita: Poetry is very cathartic. Things are okay now. Of course this could change at any moment. sigh.

Tara: Thank you.