You tell
Me to
Look at
The moon
And see
What your
Face the
Glow do
You brighten
My night
What am
I supposed
To see
Someone else
Besides you
Are you
Not my
Moon glow
My sunshine
Do you
Not fill
My night
With desire
And my
Day with
Joy are
You not
This thing
Or that
Are you
Not my
Other half
Honestly
Some days
I curl
And somedays
I think
And somedays
I wander
And somedays
I desire
And somedays
I want
And somedays
I think
And somedays
It’s you
And somedays
It’s not
Are you
Okay with
That with
Me honestly
We are
Only our
Worst things
To each
Other we
Are friends
And enimies
We are
The best
And the
Worst can
We not
Be friends
One day
When you’re
Older and
Reflect you’ll
Think of
Today this
Tipping point
This day
When this
Or that
Made the
Difference when
A cause
Or an
Opinion meant
More than
Our ideas
Do you
Not know
That true
Love hurts
That it’s
Not about
Roses and
Balloons it’s
Really about
Tears and
Anguish and
All the
Stuff were
Not supposed
To talk
About love
Is as
Love does
It loves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 