As the colors fade,
I come to know that I am the moon.
Craters and forgotten footsteps.
Keeping a delicate balance,
Swaying the odds in another's favor.
Only seen in the glow of your reflection,
Showering light on every imperfection.
You are so blinding,
I cannot see that you are nothing,
Without me, too.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
As the colors fade,
I come to know that I am the moon.
Craters and forgotten footsteps.
Keeping a delicate balance,
Swaying the odds in another's favor.
Only seen in the glow of your reflection,
Showering light on every imperfection.
You are so blinding,
I cannot see that you are nothing,
Without me, too.