the moon knows me.
the moon has been there for me through sleepless nights,
after hard days,
and terror nights.
i love the moon.
it tells me that you don't need the sun to see light.
and that is just want i need to believe.
Because i know i'm not good enough.
I am seen as an emo.
A strange.
A queer.
But in the end i still stand with the moon in allegiance to fight the sun.
In the end I rise.
I love the moon.
Her face shines every night.
And even when I can't see her, I know she's there.
The moon sends me lust.
I want her more.
Each day.
Each night.
She frees me.
Every **** night.
I owe her my life.
I owe her my gratitude.
She is my hero.
I love the moon.
She is my best friend.
More as a lover.
She gives me a soft place to rest,
and shed my tears.
She does not dry them away,
but lets them stream.
Because she knows
that's what i need.
I kiss the moon goodnight,
before i shut my eyes,
and dream of a world
fueled by the
moon