a crescent smile sits
upon pale creamy lips
of a coy smirking moon
stars of hope speckle the sky
and I reach up, I really try
In hopes I’ll grasp a star someday soon
do you think any stars were put there for us?
they’re so bright, and proud, and it’s infectious
yet they excel alone, beings of their own creation
while I’m merely in the shadow of the moon,
sitting under his crescent tip that looms
watching out at the stars in my odd fascination
but for now, the moon will swaddle me
protect me from the world, and keep me free
making sure I’m safe from harm
murmuring Good Morning, or Good Night,
I’m not quite sure anymore for I’ve no guide of sunlight
all I know is that I’m held tight in his arms
I think deep down I’d like to be among the stars
stuck in between their infinite black bursting scars
then let the world come use my blood
to paint their fires crimson red
to pull me apart and leave me dead
No, the moon holds me tight and loved
But as things tend to do in the end, the stars all burned out
Too ridden with worries and doubt
Yet they crashed a moment too soon.
They shone so bright,
While I watched through the dark of the night,
If we had all lasted a bit longer, together we could have bloomed
Now all that i can see
is the crescent smile in front of me
Pearlescent white grinning bright
They’re celestial and strong and everything I’m not
But they still love me enough that I’m the one that’s caught
In their loving hold suffocatingly tight
It’s only them and me
And I’ll never be free
Because this is the only place to be
The moon’s the only one who would accept me