The Moon Out of Reach

I walk alone in the night

The moon hangs over me

Giving the night its soft glow

Her face is a soft blue silver

She is the only light tonight

I stare, transfixed by her beauty

 

I trip on a crack in the concrete

The wind stirs the trees

I fall and cut my hands

I stare at the earth

So cold and hard to touch

But she is so close and beautiful

 

But I love the moons glow

So beautiful and distant

I look up and she's gone

I guess I'll die here on the earth

With my heart on the moon

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The girl I wrote this about has no clue how much I care for her and for some reason over the years I'll leave and not talk to her for a year or more at a time but I always come back. Guess I'm a romantic at heart.

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