09|27|2022
She has always been loved from afar, admired from the distance along with no ones existence.
She always surpass the beauty of the stars and we reach for her wishing it to be ours.
She shines above many constellations yet her light is the only thing the sky needs for a close perfection.
The moon.
Might be very sad, her refinement is seen but her pain is hidden.
The moon.
Might feel alone, she lights up the sky at night but she herself is dimming her own light.
The moon.
Might be weeping, for no eyes has seen that such beauty is breaking.
