there's the sun,
and all the stars,
and he is the moon
who reflects
the light to me
when the dark
comes around
and i can't see
without the sun,
the moon would
not be shining
so the moon
chases the sun
continuously
then he tells me,
"isn't she lovely?"
somewhere deep
inside of me,
i desperately wish
he was talking
about me
but my light can
never be as bright
as hers
she is the sun
that lights him up
and i am just
a mere human
who can see
the beauty
of the universe
whenever i look
up
i see the moon
with all its stars,
all of the bright,
little things
along with all
of the flaws on
its surface
but i just can't
explain why
he looks so
beautiful, so
perfect
in my eyes
your universe
might include
the galaxies,
the planets,
asteroids,
meteoroids,
and comets
but my universe
is when i can
see all the
constellations,
hear all of the
rustling trees
and still feel
the same thing
in my heart
whenever i look
up
and imagine
that he is
holding me
in his arms
because i can only imagine.