I know this sucks, but its a random poem I wrote 

 

 

The sun in the sky, seems to me as a bird on high, memories around me, fading fast. The days, they grow short, as our time here has passed, turning us to memories, in it's wake.

 

 

If anyone likes, I've got more of them. 

Critacize or praise below. 

Edited January 2, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight

Only the lonely, to the full moon cries,
neverending dreams of lighter days,
as dark clouds block the sunlight,
and sadness fills the days. 
Only the lonely, to the full moon gaze,
as long nights wear thin and sleep avoids,
to the light they look from which peace radiates,
and hope refills the void.
Only the lonely, to the full moon they fly,
love piercing sadness's veil,
darkness dispelled by simple touch,
and sunlight fills their days.
Only the lonely, no longer so, to the full moon they smile,
for letting the darkness dispell.
- Only the lonely