I'll tell the moon my secrets
She keeps them safe
I'll stare at her, wondering
She doesn't mind
I'll sing in her radiance
She likes to listen
If I'm being honest
The moon knows who I really am
But the sun?
No, the sun deems himself
Far more important
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PuisiPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
