the day is envy
whenever
it sinks a
sudden thought
of you and the
evil nights
making out
without
it ever
deserving
you
the day is jealous
because
it does its best
to light
your tears
and still ending
up with
the dark
grimace
of the
moon
the day is anguished
upon seeing
you happy
to all the lies
the night
casts
upon your
pretty
pretty face
iam the broken daylight
you chose
to abandon
for the ugly
side of the
moon