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.