what a waste of the moon.
she hangs there brightly,
excitedly laughing,
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.
So sad and beautiful. Flows effortlessly.
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