Feb 2022
He says he’s the moon;
doesn’t have a light of his own.
i agree,
he is the moon.
but not for the reasons you presume:
he is the moon.
in the midst of a black sea;
a blazing of silver,
a flash of hope
in the vast darkness of this world.
doesn’t have a light of his own.
i agree,
he is the moon.
but not for the reasons you presume:
he is the moon.
in the midst of a black sea;
a blazing of silver,
a flash of hope
in the vast darkness of this world.
this poem is about a person who doesn’t see how much they are worth, who I very pure and kind, and how much you wish they could see themselves the way you see them.
