The Moon

The moon looks so alone up in the sky,

 Even though surrounded by stars, bathed in the light.

They are all just out of reach.

Only loved and adored when the sun shines bright.

Otherwise lost and forgotten, drowned in the sorrows of the night.

Stuck with the thought of never being cherished outside the limelight.

Stuck with the thought; everybody loves a star, but who will ever love the man in the moon.

Vera, 18