Cute, Emotions, Freestyle, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

Falling

I swore I could see the moon, Majestic and beautiful, Reflected in your hazel eyes At that moment, I wanted nothing more Than to fall into the moon, Drowning in its lunar embrace

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

The Moon’s Sorrow

Oh, how the moon longed for it To be with her sun But deep down, in a sliver of herself The moon never wanted to acknowledge, There was crushing doubt Flooding insecurity Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough To match the sun she so loved