here is a poem I made about a couple days ago: _______________________________________ It's so hard to get out of bed everyday. I really only have 1 reason to stay. But slowly, that reason is losing her spark. Same problems, but different fonts. She's beautiful, like the moon, only, her mood reflects on you. Constantly needing someone else to shine. To shine for her. But when will she shine for herself? I worry everyday. Did she stop shining so the sun could have it's way? When will she realize that its ok to shine for yourself? Instead of someone else stealing that spark. She used to be the sun, but something overcame. Her favorite hobbies were for fun, But now they are just games. Her name reminds me of the moon. Well, only what I call her. It just so happens to be the color that it displays.
Yall genuinely don't fry me, IK I AINT GOOD AT POEMS I might only post a few of these saurr
