The night the moon smiled back,
I frowned.
The moon looked at me, confused.
"Why are you frowning, dear?"
Their voice was lacy and smooth, running through my ears like water, smooth, cool water.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, as I fell to my knees and sobbed.
Me and Moon are two different people,
The moon is a beautiful, bright, guiding soul, Whom smiles during a storm, whom laughs during the coldest night.
But me?
I'm the opposite.
I am a shattered, misleading soul.
I am the one who frowns on a bright day, I am the one who sobs during the hottest day.
The Moon looked at me, and let out a hand.
"Your so perfect, you don't deserve me."
I sobbed, burying my head into my hands.
My clothes are tear stained now, I feel pathetic.
The moon only watches, Sorrow and pity slipping through their beautiful, golden brown eyes.
Me and the Moon are two different people
I cry because I can't take it.
They laugh because they can.
And that was the night, the night the Moon smiled back.
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183 words, wowie.
But yea here's another story I'll never update.. lmao. Or not, maybe.
Alr cya.
