When I glimpse at the moon,
I feel the pleasure of twilight.
The way it gleams and shines,
Like when I gleam noticing his smile.
Am I supposed to believe a sentiment,
A darker way to pretend,
That I’ve been over something,
Though I wasn’t certain.
Those stars were staring me,
I think I was toxicity in the peace,
Having all the dignity and refinement,
They were seeing something unsatisfactory.
I realize I was trouble, away from precise,
I knew I will be unheard,
even when my utterances were wise.
Sobbingly I walked through the bridge,
Which I built through my falls over,
I saw my shadow in the blue,
That’s where the queen within took over.
Glancing at my gloom, flaunting my grace,
I evaded drawback and damages I had faced.