I told the moon about you,
I told him how you pretend to love reading books,
when only love the smell of pages
and the fact that it makes you look good.
I told him how you prefer tea
but drink coffee anyway,
because it makes you seem mature.
I told the moon
about your silent arrogance
hidden behind the kind smile.
How you judge people and
yet stay friendly with them.
How you hide the fragments of your broken family
with the illusion you created over time,
and how it makes you proud
that no one... no one knows your real face.
I told the moon about all.
The moon smiled at your naivety
and I smiled knowing your misery.
My poor unfortunate soul, you lived such a wretched life.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
I told the moon about you,
I told him how you pretend to love reading books,
when only love the smell of pages
and the fact that it makes you look good.
I told him how you prefer tea
but drink coffee anyway,
because it makes you seem mature.
I told the moon
about your silent arrogance
hidden behind the kind smile.
How you judge people and
yet stay friendly with them.
How you hide the fragments of your broken family
with the illusion you created over time,
and how it makes you proud
that no one... no one knows your real face.
I told the moon about all.
The moon smiled at your naivety
and I smiled knowing your misery.
My poor unfortunate soul, you lived such a wretched life.
How is it?
