The moon is forever changing,
never staying the exact same-
for more than a day.
As if it changes its mind everyday.
I am like the moon.
Though, my phases last months.
I’ve come to realize that I’m like the seasons,
I change little by little, never drastically without reason.
I don’t think I’m the same star I was yesterday,
I’ve lost the spot in the sky I once took up.
Now you can only remember where the star-
May have been, unless a photo turns up.
It’s kind of funny, how slowly I change,
but how quickly it feels months later,
when noticing I’ll never be the same,
as I was eight months ago.
And now I’ve began to realize,
in the next two months I’ll change.
I will never be the same as I am today,
and that’s okay.
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