Sincerely, Jennifer x

I was silently searching for the moon,

waiting to make a wish,

when you asked what was on my mind.

I would tell you that I’d lost all ambition of worldly acclaim,

but you know too much,

and I’ve already said too much,

so, you’d never believe it.

If this is just a dream,

then my imagination must be cruel,

because I’m crumbling in your arms,

caught in a lie,

catching the sun as it peeks from the shy sky for a few moments,

to see what is going on.

I tried to wish on the moon,

but she had wasted away,

and there was nothing but the morning,

adoring but absolute in her promise to never stay.

Tell the moon that I wished her well,

if you see her,

and let her know that she meant the world to me.