• morozco11 9w

    The Moon

    On nights like this, when there's nothing left
    The window opens
    I go for a long walk
    And I stare at the moon

    When it gets so lonely, noone understands
    Throughout the city, the streets, the bars
    Can't count on anybody
    Nobody is ever there when you need them

    Any shape or form, the moon is comforting
    It seems the darker it gets
    The brighter it glows
    Guiding me, showing me the way to home

    I love that

    A warm comfort,like soup
    On the coldest nights
    The silence
    As if its listening to my thoughts

    No judgement, no advice or reply
    The brilliance of presence
    The moon,my friend

    And I love that