Both Sides of a Smile

The moon smiled at me

and I smiled back

All the stars 

twinkled brightly too

Like the face of the sky,

it warmed up just for me

And I could see it

as I tried to return the smile

The sky didn’t care

that I returned the favor

It just continued to smile

until the sun could see it too

But when the sun came up,

it was whole.

 

It wasn’t smiling,

didn’t have the same kind of warmth

as the moon’s bright smile

There were no stars,

I didn’t see the face

I was angry; the sun was —

pushing its heat upon me

Not sincerely or —

because of its beautiful

            smile.

 

Then I finally realized

What if

the moon

didn’t want to smile

but every night, the stars

forced it out of hiding

And what if

the sun

tried smiling with all its might

but the clouds wouldn’t help

What if the sun and moon

cried for each other

day and night

but the planets ripped them apart?

 

What if I were the stars and clouds,

taking friendships away

and hiding those who want to be seen

What if I was the moon

smiling for someone who would never see

Or what if I was the sun

trying to smile back but

others held me from it?

 

But what if I were all of them

consistnetly changing to one or the other,

depending on the day or mood

What if nothing was as it seemed

on the surface

What if everything and everyone

were all different?

 

And what if I’m right —

would I change — or —

blend in with the crowd

What if the sun and moon are

laughing at me now...

        What

              If

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Comments

TamingOfSeaWolves

this is so beautiful and unique

Brianna9492

Thank you so much! This means so much to me!

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