There’s millions of stars in the sky
Not unique, they all leave
When the day comes by
And I’ll never call you my sun
Cause when darkness settles in
All he can do is run

But maybe you can be my sky
And hold these lights in your hand
I’d treasure all your day time
all your nights, I’d try to understand

And maybe I could be your Earth
And you could cover me like a quilt
I’d be your haven, your home
And you’d make my planet tilt

Everyday at 6 o'clock I see you on the swings alone
You swing standing
Wearing your red headphones and your tiedye miniskirt
Not noticing the world pass by around you

From behind
As the sun begins to set
Your long hair resembles the golden curtain in my room
I watch you watch the changing colors of the sky

Wondering how anyone could have the bravery to disrupt your inner peace with an innocent hello

Writing poetry,
The Moon my only reader.

Writing poetry,
The words flowing without,
Only the pain left within.

Writing poetry,
Life in words,
Words in my life,
The only certitude.

Writing poetry,
Everything else lost in the wind.

Writing poetry,
The Moon lighthing my page.

Writing poetry,
Losing myself in the words.

Writing poetry,
The words never lost.