every morning,
we wake,
expecting to see the sunrise,
every night,
we sleep,
after the sun sets,
The moons the only reflection,
In our deep brown eyes,
til the next day,
Where we wake expecting to see the sunrise again.
But what if the sun doesn't rise,
Then we'll wake to see the moons reflection,
Staring back at us,
Wondering why?
"Everyone wants to shine bight,
In the day,
And be the sun,
But some days,
The moon isn't done,
Letting those who only shimmer,
In the night,
Shimmer for a couple hours more.
I am a moon.
And the sun doesn't know me,
like my moon knows me."
-Possible add on to the end of wondering why? idk though i wasn't happy enough to keep it.
idk just a little thing I made. but its me on the days I cant get up, and everyone just expects going to bed and getting out of bed to be normal things, my insomnia and my depression prevent me from enjoying those things like the sunset sunrise and the moon, even though i haven't missed it once in over a year.