He smiles
Our friend in the sky, miles away
Is smiling at me
Free
Or else we'd die
He is the moon, the stars, the sea and the whole galaxy to me.
If I had him I'd be fired up, I would allow myself to burn.
To fulfil my burning desire
The need for light.
He is like glass, smooth.
He twinkles as I howl
Beautiful while simple,
Over the sea
The moon watches us
And greets with a
Wave.
This was written by my friend Truble_ please show her some love.
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