The Essence Of Who I Am

I talk to the moon

I miss her when she isn’t there

Her company is soothing

I feel like my tears are hers to share

And I cry for her because she can’t

The stars sarade her until you have to stare

It’s a beauty I want to mimic

It makes me feel like someone else is really out there

And she makes me feel so much less lonely

I’m not the only one who has been forgotten yet is always there

M.A.P

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