she was like the moon,
a part of her was always hidden.
she was strong, just like a rock,
but even rocks erode over time.
she had a lot of distance from her closest friends,
but she always came back in the end.
just like the moon, she was broken down.
even the smallest of meteors
could leave craters behind.
and like the moon,
she appeared to shine,
but it was only a reflection
she couldn't produce her own light,
so she reflected off of everyone else.
because sometimes, you have to.
sometimes you can't shine
maybe not even after nine
and sometimes you have to whine,
"it doesn't need to be mine,
as long as I look fine
I don't need a spine
because I'm all wrapped in twine
and that twine is like spline,"
so I make a b-line
but, in the end, it doesn't even matter
because. . .
she was the moon
and I was her sun.