The man in the moon looks down with sad eyes,
down on the girls and the guys.
He hangs up in the night sky,
surrounded only by stars he cries.
He cries because it seems he has no friends,
To him the nights never end.
Until a little girl looks up into the night, and stares curiously at the moon in her sight.
A quiet message she sends,
That she wants to be his faithful friend.
She talks, he listens
its how it goes.
He's always there when she speaks to him,
always in the nights so dim.
She may not see him sometimes,
but knows he's always listening to her soothing rhymes.
As she grows older,
he's her boulder,
to lean on.
One final talk before the dawn.
She heaves a sigh,
Before she dies.
"Don't be sad my beautiful moon, I always knew I'd be with you soon."
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
The man in the moon looks down with sad eyes,
down on the girls and the guys.
He hangs up in the night sky,
surrounded only by stars he cries.
He cries because it seems he has no friends,
To him the nights never end.
Until a little girl looks up into the night, and stares curiously at the moon in her sight.
A quiet message she sends,
That she wants to be his faithful friend.
She talks, he listens
its how it goes.
He's always there when she speaks to him,
always in the nights so dim.
She may not see him sometimes,
but knows he's always listening to her soothing rhymes.
As she grows older,
he's her boulder,
to lean on.
One final talk before the dawn.
She heaves a sigh,
Before she dies.
"Don't be sad my beautiful moon, I always knew I'd be with you soon."
I don't even know why I wrote this.