to the moon.
Moon, tell me how you keep
Your secrets locked away in your heart,
What does the future
Hold for someone like me?
The gleam of your light isn’t strong enough to
Help those who are hurt the most by the world,
A mere illusion to the naked human eye.
Vulnerability and corruption
Is all you hold when you spread out
Your fingertips to those who are
Most submissive to you. You’re romanticised,
Your only flaw being that you’re too far away to reach,
And to grasp.
And to hold.
And to call mine.
