She doesn’t exist in reality,
But she exists in my heart.
She doesn’t know the purity of a diamond—
Which is rare
She glows in the darkest night,
Like the stars.
She is far away and busy,
Busy shining.
The moon has two sides,
So why can’t a human have two sides?
The brightest side is seen by everyone,
And praised—just like the moon.
The moon and others say she’s perfect,
But no one sees her dark side.
In that dark side lies the ugly and harsh reality,
Which she ignores and hides shining.
The brightest side is a delusion.
When will she understand
That only I can love both sides of her?
Accept her,
And allow me to nurture her into someone strong.
It’s fine—I waited for a few years,
So what’s wrong in waiting till infinity?
When she begs for help with her eyes,
Telling me she can’t do this anymore,
I will be the rope
To pull her up from sorrow.
My darling,
I will always wait for you.
Just turn to my side,
And I will make sure
You shine brighter than the moon—
Until people get confused
Between you and the moon .
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Comments2
Love mixed with a need to alter the subject loved for what they determine better. A love with a course set. Nicely done
Thank u so much 💓
You are most welcome
This is heartfelt and powerful, my friend…from the moonlit glow to the dark side unseen, to the vow of waiting without end. It’s both tender and resolute, love in its strongest form. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Welcome to MPS!
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