I was raised on bubblegum dreams
and fortune cookie promises.
I was never told that the stars
are just gas and debris,
and the moon does not glow
all by itself.
I searched endlessly for messages
in the constellations
but the sun would always chase away
the moonlight
seconds before
I found the answers.
He touched me
with the same
flickering debris
and fortune cookie intention
that I thought I knew
all about.
He told me
I was the moon,
but failed to mention
I would need the sun.
In the darkness
I would search for answers,
desperate to find
things I would not recognize
when in the morning
he would chase away my moonlight.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
I was raised on bubblegum dreams
and fortune cookie promises.
I was never told that the stars
are just gas and debris,
and the moon does not glow
all by itself.
I searched endlessly for messages
in the constellations
but the sun would always chase away
the moonlight
seconds before
I found the answers.
He touched me
with the same
flickering debris
and fortune cookie intention
that I thought I knew
all about.
He told me
I was the moon,
but failed to mention
I would need the sun.
In the darkness
I would search for answers,
desperate to find
things I would not recognize
when in the morning
he would chase away my moonlight.
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