The moon and I
Do you often stare at the moon?
bask in her ethereal light?
enchanting isn\'t?
let me tell you a story.
A story engraved in my bones
a bright silent therapist
and a broken lonely soul
one\'s talking, the other\'s listening.
Her silence speaks light
a light that brightens my night.
fueled by the sun so bright
sometimes cloth in clouds in a stormy night.
if only she could speak
if only she could hug
if only she was here
caressing my messy hair.
I wonder if she\'s already tired of my stories
tales of love, despair, joy and suffering
yes I know it\'s tiring
and I\'m tired, I\'m so fucking tired.
how can this world be so cruel?
perhaps I am cursed?
why does everyone leaves like I am nothing
a burden and so easily forgotten.
but I\'m glad the moon was there
she was always there
all night
comforting till I lost her sight.
but you know what?
if only
if only I had someone to talk to
I wouldn\'t look like a fool talking to you.