When the moon tried to fit in, the sun helped,
Not by vanishing him but to express him in his best.
So when I am asked what kind of a companion, you wanna be of him,
I say like a fragile bomb filled with muffins.
Trying to change everything bitter,
I picked myself having a desire to be a diamond,
Are you trying that too?
If yes then flinch as picking a part of you,
for them will finish you and show you sin.
When the moon tried to fit in his companion helped,
But not by vanishing him.