Outside
I used to think earth was too noisy.
But now I see why the moon was too far away.
I always sit in the moon and think...
Then again I never went back to earth again.
I once made friend with an alien.
But now he's gone.
If I could tied him down.
I would keep him forever.
I was never mean nor sad.
But I might be hungry.
I can't eat rocks.
But I can call moon service.
I won't be spending lots.
But I might eat lots.
I used to think the earth was too noisy.
But I know why the moon was too far away.
This poem is about:
Me