by Not A Girl
A poem about the loneliness of wanting to be loved and not knowing you are.
|Moon talked to themselves
Dreaming up a world where, maybe,
They're not alone.
A world where there was someone -
They could call home.
Moon shined their light upon happy birds,
Chirping beside each other,
Happy to be alive.
It was a world where there was someone -
One person -
They called home.
Sun waited her turn,
A chance for Moon to see the light being shined upon them,
To see they're not alone.
To give them a world where someone -
Wanted to call them home.