the moon
once told me
I don't have to
be bright
to light up the night
with my glow
the moon
once told me
that she taught
the stars themselves
to shine
when they were
burning out—
she told them stories
of loneliness
and love lost
and how her tears
painted pale moonlight
across the sky
one night
and how I
can turn my pain
into paint,
how the world
is a canvas
waiting to be painted over,
waiting to be blended,
loved,
and it will be forever
in progress
the moon
once told me
that I'm whole
even when I look
less than half,
even when
the sun
outshines me
the moon
once told me
that I shouldn't
be afraid of the night
as long
as I have
a light to guide me
through the shadows
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
