The Moon
Oh how i hate the moon
For i am the sun
I must sit
I must watch
I must see
How the moon turns and shines
How Its beauty blinds
Surrounded by stars
Shimmering through the scars
While i watch with hatred
Because the moon, oh so sacred
Lives without me, elated
The moon once connected with me
Insisted it be set free
Must leave me and go to look at the sea
For it thinks i interfere with its glee
The moon and sun
Once together as one
But the twine has been undone
Still i wait in the late noon
Just hoping to catch a glimpse
Of the moon.
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