Moon.

That name brought life in me,like the moon fills the darkness with beauty.Oh darkness,the more you exist,the more I can see the stars that I love so much.The more you spread,the brighter the moon is that I'm in love with. She was like the moon.But brighter,colourful. But like the moon,there was a side she never showed.A young soul,filled with kindness,in a world asking for her hatered.A rebelious,trembling mess of stars.Through the ruins she made flowers grow. Oh young soul,how much blood have you spilled for other's happyness?How many times have you knelled down acheing for their safty,brave one?How many times have I wished for your return,my friend? Are you a star,my soul? Is that you make everyone's wishes come true except yours? Are you stardust,my heart? Are you forgoten dreams combined into a new one? Are you the moon,my friend?Is that why I cant see you whole,but I can only remember a mere glimpse of your existance?Or are you keeping me company through the darkness of the night?