Yes, a moon. That thing everyone uses for something romantic.
But here's one thing I've heard
"You gotta find your own moon. Someone you could look at and feel something different. Someone who'd be with you the whole night and never want to leave your side."
Admit it. We all want that. I knew I'd need that in the future.
What I didn't expect was I'd find one. (Or at least I thought ((obviously or else I wouldn't be writing this poem hhhh)))
Let me tell you something romantic!
Sometimes You may feel like you've found your "moon". You start to feel like that person was something special to you You even think you're as special to them too You start to see that moon in your orbit wherever you go
But it pays to observe It pays to get your own telescope and look at the sky And realize you weren't the planet. You were the moon. You were the one orbiting. Orbiting what has become the world to you. You were the one trying to give off something special .
Finally You realize you weren't orbiting Earth You were orbiting the wrong planet. You were orbiting a planet that had 3 other moons.
No, you don't find your own "moon". You find your own Earth.
I like pens that bleed Ink that smears Girls with scars Broken parts ***** clothes Stained sheets The hint of blood The taste of lust The smells of love Nights through morning Mornings to night Suns that sleep Moons that dream And all the pretty You hide underneath Those pretty Pretty Pretty things
I can clearly see the anger in your eyes, hear it loudly in your voice, taste it strongly in your bitterness, feel it immensely in your actions, sense it definitely in your disposition, and I don't even know you,