Simple
When the sun makes it’s way up to the sky,
vibrant, warm, and floating so high,
She says exactly what they want her to,
Even though she lives in shades of blue.
When it was the moon's turn to meet her eye,
she no longer had people to satisfy.
Alone at dusk, with her vision unclear,
All she wanted was to disappear.
Copyright © Allison Schumacher | Year Posted 2016
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