envious of the moon?,
it isn't even mortal,
why envy a circle of light?,
a celestial sphere of sterling.
the moon is beautiful isn't it? he spoke,
gazing in awe,
the satellite caught all irises,
but all she wanted was his.
she wanted to be his source of light,
when things got dark,
not the moon,
she craved the admiration,
he offered to the moon.
but little did she know,
he was talking to the moon about her,
the way it radiated on her face,
bringing all her features to life,
the way her smile lit up just the same,
the way she aimlessly danced under it,
just like the stars that pirouetted over their heads.
interpretation:
this one basically just a corny romantic poem about being envious of the moon
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PoetryThis is my first poetry collection i've ever written, it covers several topics. A lot are based on love and relationships but it also covers a lot of sensitive topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, sexual assault, homophobia etc. I've ne...
