I long to be like the moon
Adored by the artist and admired by all
She's always been the muse and never the artist
She's the poem never been the poet
She understands the world even though she's all alone
A part of her always hidden
Desiring to be known
She glows in darkness emitting her beauty
When she shows her full face the wolves can't help but howl adoring the glory before them
The stars, envious on how one can be that magnificent
Although the words beautiful, magnificent, glorious and every other word in the dictionary can't describe the moon
I longed to be like the the moon yet little did I know I was her
She might have been adored by the artist and admired by all though she always admired the morning star
We see the moon as the muse but in the back of her mind she was always the artist painting pictures of the sun
In her eyes she was the poet desiring to be the poem
She always understood the world though she was never understood
She always felt alone no matter how many stars where in the sky
All we saw were the pretty smiles not the tears behind closed doors
The beauty she emitted in her eyes was pure ugliness
So it took her twenty eight days to show her full face because the praise sounded like teasing
The question lingered in her mind "What are they envious of?" When the whole world's wishing on them
To her the words that described her were ugly, undesirable, disfigured, hideous and any other word that could describe something so repulsive
What you long to be could be who you are
Sometimes you can't be sure that they don't want to be you
Truth be told everyone's like the moon a part of them always hidden
A part of them always longing to be discovered