who am I
forgot my name
losing myself again

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

You are the girl in the moon
You disappear at noon
And you come back soon
You are so beautiful
Far from the usual
And that's indisputable
My favorite time of the day
Is when you come out to play
At night you never stray
In the morning I wake up to you even though you're kind of faded
And just a tad bit jaded
And some mornings you're kind of degraded
I still think you're beautiful at all times
Even when I can't see you through the blurred lines
And through all of my twisted crimes
You're the girl in the moon