Moon

Dear Moon,

You are broken,

from the sapphire that hit you long ago.

I see you,

lightening up the darkened sky, befriending stars.

We’re alike, you and I.

People decide to walk all over us,

no one really noticing our importance.

But you won’t look at me,

why won’t you look at me?

I'm down here;

see me.

Forever waiting,

Taylor

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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