I'm right here,
Sitting on my swivel chair,
Pouring my heart out with a pen.
Couldn't think of anything,
Instead,
Staring at the night sky with bored eyes.
This night,
I could only wish for the moon,
But somehow it reminds me of you.
The moon,
It seems so near yet so far.
The moon,
Hides its big wounds at the back,
And smiles brightly to the star.
The star,
Is yet further than the moon,
Could only show its weak bright smile,
Cause the star miss the moon.
~25th April 17