Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing

Memories of Myth

Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

The Moon’s Sorrow

Oh, how the moon longed for it To be with her sun But deep down, in a sliver of herself The moon never wanted to acknowledge, There was crushing doubt Flooding insecurity Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough To match the sun she so loved