The moon on my table
Doesn’t have scars
Like the one, you look up to.
The moon on my table doesn’t have a heavenly body to revolve on
It sits still and watches me 24/7
It stays as if we are having lots of fun.
Like every favorite thing if mine
It waits for the dark
To light me up.
Because when I switch the dark on
Understanding my shallowness
Lights up my lonely world
to make me realize
How shiny things are during the black
And how one stands out in the dark.
The moon on my table tells me
It’s okay to be plain and white amidst the colorful world