Being the moon can be more pleasant than you'd actually think.
Nightly activities fill the cup of interest to the brink
Humans can always be found
Doing something at night
The Earth soo round
Reveals actions of joy, horror, and delight
In the night
Many are asleep, yes
Lots stay inside
But you would never guess
How many night crawlers there are
Their hobbies they try to hide
But I watch them every time
Interest
It envelopes me like the pine
It hides what is concealed within the forest
Some murder, others admire me
Whether they will know I watch
I will continue to watch them flee
Their secret night lives
Mine to see, too
But do I tell none?
No
There's always the Sun
I will actually see him soon
And then I will tell him what it's like
To be the moon
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My Poems!
PoetryI'm an okay poet. Some are sad and others really cheery! My rhymes can be pretty weak, though... but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!!
