I can never stop writing about the moon.
But he’s my friend.
He shines orange with the warmth of my heart
And blue when I tell him that I am once again
I can never stop writing to the moon.
She’s silent when she reads
And I know I have done a good deed
When we sing each other to sleep.
I must stop writing about the moon.
We are not friends.
They shine for everyone’s hearts,
Not just mine.
You see, it’s very one-sided.
I love them