she is the sun
I am the moon
some people say,
there is no comparison
there's no contrasting available
we shine when it's our respective times.
but tell me why I am the moon
I shine every night
yet she shines every day
tell me why she lives with might
while me, myself
I live with fright
she shines all day
so big and bright
while all I do,
is light the way
we both shine.
we're both great
but she's the one,
and I'm always late.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
