Conversations With the Moon

A poem of the girl who talks to the moon

Little Monster
Moon Light Confessions

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Some nights she would sit in front of her window.
Gazing up at the moon with all its glory and glow.
The house was quiet and no one ever was there.
She didn’t seem to find being alone as a scare.

As the moon poured its light down into her space.
She admired its charm that put a smile on her face.
She at times would decide to speak when she felt blue.
She didn’t even care if the moon ever spoke to.

It was good to talk about the things that felt lifted.
She believed that it was the talk of the gifted.
One day she was sitting in her quiet tomb.
Looked out the window to see the glowing moon.

She began to say thank you for the smile returned.
And then closed her eyes and began to hear words.
When she opened her eyes as to look for a stranger.
She turned her head and scanned for any danger.

She then turned back to the window again.
Looking up at the moon she thought “It’s all pretend?”
Until the voice then spoke yet another…

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Little Monster
Moon Light Confessions

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