I like to say i'm the moon
Or that I'm made of stars
I like to say I have a home
In the heavens ever so far
I like to think I have wings
And I like to fly far away
To the land of my dreams
A place where I can stay
But I'm not the moon.
I'm not even a star.
I'm just made of water
And of my desires
Just my parent's daughter
I'm not one who inspires
The world I belong in
No longer exists
I'm just another girl
No matter what I insist
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
We are all children of the universe and that part was most beautiful.
A beautiful depiction of the tension between dreams and reality.
Wow, Sylva, this really moved me. The dreams of moons, stars, wings, and distant worlds feel so expansive against that painful return to simply being human…made of water and desire, wondering where you belong and whether you matter. Such a vulnerable and deeply relatable piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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