Poem By Evan Skora
Endless nights of searching the cosmos
Endless stars mock my every move,
I stand here, motionless,
Looking for your soul flowing through the stars.
While the moon shines bright,
And every rose has one thorn,
Our lights mean nothing,
Our hearts mean everything.
If I give up my search now,
The endless disturbia of my brain,
Knowing of me leaving you,
Knowing of forgetting.
As the rain froze between each drop
On my pale white face,
Unknown to tears nor rain,
I look to my right
And you were looking for me too.