I recently read a poem saying
Why can't the world be rid of emotions?
And I thought,
*Well, that would be boring.

I will still love you tomorrow,
all throughout the sorrow,
and all the pain you've caused me,
bowing over like a tree,
in your violent storm,
searching for something warm.

I once told you that you were my sun
But after awhile i realized,
you were my universe
And I was just your moon

The moon
Who gets light from the sun
Who gets replaced
By an even greater
Brighter
Star
After 12 hours

I was the moon
Who once brought
light to your night

I was the moon
That was out shined
By the sun