Moon, Who Are You?


Moon,
Do you mark my doom?
When I'm sad you're there for the bad,
I know the true you,
And you don't mock my doomom.
You comfort me,
Give me something bright to see.
You love me,
When I'm not sure who you be.
You're my heart,
You hold my everything in a cart.
Without you I'm nothing,
Just a lifeless being.
I would die without you,
When you left you split me in two.
Then, you came back,
Because I missed you.
I'll always love you popop,
You're my mop.
You clean up the bad,
So I'm no longer sad.
You're the moon,
You clean up my doom.

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