like im not sure move the topic if it doesnt belong here but i figured since i made it it probably went here
now i wrote this poem
PERHAPS
today we may not see the sun
but what of tomorrow
tonight we may not see the moon
but what of yesterday
perhaps they are there
perhaps not
but we believe someone knows
and that they can tell us
and this one
like
his souls was a burning flame
she was a lone wolf
like he was flying
like she was dead