Moonwalker

My whole world, my beautiful planet, why so distraught.,

Speaking to my existence, no one listened

The hate, the doubt, this worry, please tell me beautiful moon.

Starry eyes of wonder, I just get so lonely.

Beautiful planets that have stolen what was left in my heart, and now their gone forever.

Is it possible that we move on with empty space bound walls around our hearts faster than love?

That question was still unknown to me.

But I swear until I shine a light of hope and victory for the smiles of tomorrow.

Then we can all speak our mind to existence.

This poem is about: 
Me

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