what a waste of the moon.
she hangs there brightly,
waiting for you and i to kiss.
i look at her with an apologetic smile looking nervously
at the door to open.
i don’t want to hurt her.
i really wish you could see the beam of love in her face.
what a waste of the fragile moon.
who like me hangs there in the empty stage of the night, broken.
wishing you would someday beam for me.