The Moon and Me
Luminescent sadness
Orb of melancholy woes
Darkness holds me close
A child in dreary bedclothes.
The moon a somber mirror
Troubled nights in its reflection
Standing under a mournful tree
Its branches cry in my direction.
Bleeding condensation
Its tears echoing my pain
My purity no longer exists
What did he have to gain?
My celestial friend watches
Telling me I’m not alone
Despite the agony of home
This is the only peace I’ve known.
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