You’re Just Like the Moon

Alone in my room,
Can’t escape the impending doom,
Or find someone to call out to;
Illuminated by the moon.

The light shines in,
And it’s more white against my pallor.
But when I look to my rock,
It looms over me for hours.

And it should bring me comfort, but it just speaks the truth,
To your dark sided début;
Light reflects right off of you,
And you haven’t got a clue.

You robbed the sun of all its light,
When it retired to bed early one night.
And you play it off like it’s out of sight,
But you’re just as lost in the dark, aren’t you?

You’ve got many faces, you know you do,
And you play it off like that isn’t true.
But you know as well as I do,
That there’s more to what you see;
I used to be the sun,
Now look at me.

You said you’d be my rock,
When you were shot into the sky,
And that I was your kinda guy.
But now you can’t deny you’ve stolen all my light,
And you’ve gotten off scot free;
They all see you shine so brightly.

Now I live in a dusty cloud of gloom,
Illuminated by a goon;
Who stole my light in the night at a grand opportune,
Like a modern Irene Adler or a war calhoun.
I used to be the sun,
Now look at me;
But you’re all they can see.

You’re just like the moon,
Light reflects right off of you.
Shining into my room,
And you haven’t got a clue.

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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