The other side of moom
Dark, hidden, starving without light,
it wasn't because light never came to help,
light was denied welcome, everytime.
Aren't we the same inside?
Don't we deny light?
Don't we deny love ?
Well not to its face we dont,
because very much like moon,
we shine too.
On the surface we're a shiny polished marble,
embracing all the light we get.
But inside, deep inside,
we're cold and barren,
denying all the warmth we get ?