The Moon


As though I am in love with the moon, I feel like
she does not belong to anyone

As she is as boundless and infinite
as the decimals

She lets all of her flaws show, all those
little things the sun lacks

She lights up the night sky and
lets you see her for who she is

The sun, she blinds you
with what you think is light, but actually harmful

The moon, however, can make you fall in love without
realizing you're in love.

Until you sneak out every night just to see her

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