Poems,
sunsets,
lonely hours.
Music crying, so loud—
blurred unhappy faces,
distorted and scattered
through the crowd.
All the different colors,
all the different wandering colors.
All the sweet without the sour,
all these minutes inside an hour.
All alone in an empty room,
staring up at a lonely moon
that once glowed
so uniquely true.
Cosmo’s moon.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
Poems,
sunsets,
lonely hours.
Music crying, so loud—
blurred unhappy faces,
distorted and scattered
through the crowd.
All the different colors,
all the different wandering colors.
All the sweet without the sour,
all these minutes inside an hour.
All alone in an empty room,
staring up at a lonely moon
that once glowed
so uniquely true.
Cosmo’s moon.
