i said, i'm a loner.
he replied with, so you're lonely.
he's somehow right.
but a little wrong.
maybe a longer is like the moon,
never being able to fit in with the stars.
but it's kinda lonely.
so we spin around the earth,
sometimes letting them see us
and sometimes hiding away.
when it's cloudy,
and you can't see the moon-
maybe we were having a bad day.
and staying out of sight
makes us feel better.
slightly, at least.
some people love the moon,
and those are the ones
we cherish, and hold close to
our hearts. ♡
a poem for loners :)
