Moon's Scarred Face

I don't remember when I pulled the curtains down...

Blocked out the sun and gazed at the moon.

In my lonely hours it shined down on me.

He had billions of stars yet he always watched me...

He made me feel like I deserved it.

That's how only he deserved my smile.

Sometimes I reached up as if to touch the moon's scarred face...

I wanted to tell him he was beautiful to me...

The moon at winter looking down on earth...

As it all freezes and goes seemingly dead.

I would forever watch the moon's face on the cold winter nights.

Hoping that one day the moon will smile back.