Don't you see the loneliness of the moon?
Don't you see how it goes through phases just to feel full again?
Don't you see that the stars are temporary?
They leave as soon as they get the chance.
The shooting stars, the different stars
Occupying the sky at different intervals,
But the same moon, always there,
Shining bright and low, but always the same.
Always the one, always there,
Even if in different phases.
You're the moon,
While the temporary stories with harsh lessons are you stars,
Don't you see that?
YOU ARE READING
For Instagram
PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
