The Rose and The Moon

 

Like water, she flows

along with life.

She is a rose who is trying 

to bloom, but everytime she 

tries, the moon blocks her.

The moon only comes

when he has no one else

to love him.

He is lost, but

he has a beautiful soul.

He acts like the sun,

hot headead and tempered, but

we know he's not.

The rose can't help but

feeling sorry for him.

So she invite's him to

cover her, but she is fully

bloomed now.

She just needs to let

this one rose petal go.

The rose petal that

is signed:

Your lover,

The Moon

-Monique Irisa Smith

This poem is about: 
Me

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