Star loved moon,
and he did too.
They hated him,
but he never knew.
She shattered,
by their cold hand.
Who is at fault?
I was wrong,
you tried,
but I,
I was wrong.
I didn’t mean to,
but they willed us,
to fall apart.
Now the star’s heart is split,
half for the moon,
half for them.
At last, neither 'the moon' nor 'they' are as badly broken as 'the star' is.....