• shadowofthoughts_ 28w

    The moon looks beautiful.

    Sun hides behind the clouds.
    Moon in phases.

    The dark side, the untouched bright.
    I stand under the clouds which blur the light.

    'the moon looks beautiful'
    I confess to my beloved using moon's glitter,
    I hide like phases under the shimmery sun.

    While sun burns like auburn,
    Moon careresses it's scars like one-up.
    Still, I hesitate. Looking at the moon
    I wish to rotate like sun.

    I hope to meet the night at the twilight.
    Yet sun, never meets the facade to aid my soul.
    The blood moon rises and makes me known.

    I confess, I'm drowning in the scars of the moon,
    the one's I've always known.

    ©shadowofthoughts_