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by Mark, Hopewould May 4, 2026 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
If I were the moon I'd be hollow The bitterest pill, Hard to swallow Only the emptiness that fills And lingers until You return. Your presence, your voice Only you could silence the noise. And now you've grown tired And I'm just an inconvenience Your interest drops as the days progress I see right through the pretence. If I were the sun, I'd implode and leave a black hole You'd shine, I'd lose my soul Leaving only emptiness that fills And lingers, until The end It's all leaving, going Nothing here to see worth showing.