I am the moon.
I contain no light, only darkness
I have no pull and am dark like a deep lagoon
I have been tasted, and contain tartness
No one would return
I am jealous of the sun and it’s brightness
I reflect its light in hopes of recognition
I wish to be righteous.
I have been in this darkness for so long I have night vision
The light is too bright; it comes out too fast
I am alone, with no one but the stars to keep me company
But they are too perfect and miles away
They laugh and joke in a manner that is so unattainably bubbly
This perception of beauty I was so unaware
So I slipped on my dress of sunlight and stay hidden among the bright.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
I am the moon.
I contain no light, only darkness
I have no pull and am dark like a deep lagoon
I have been tasted, and contain tartness
No one would return
I am jealous of the sun and it’s brightness
I reflect its light in hopes of recognition
I wish to be righteous.
I have been in this darkness for so long I have night vision
The light is too bright; it comes out too fast
I am alone, with no one but the stars to keep me company
But they are too perfect and miles away
They laugh and joke in a manner that is so unattainably bubbly
This perception of beauty I was so unaware
So I slipped on my dress of sunlight and stay hidden among the bright.