Moon Child. 🌙✨🌕

As always, I have lived by the moon. 

The sun is no friend of mine; daylight greets me with a taunting smirk. 

I have not willingly shook hands with the sunrise. 

But the night, we are soul mates. 

The twilight comforts me with its transient, somber cloak;

Allowing me to bleed my incongruous ideation without haste. 

Darkness has eternally been my blood type.

Reviews

[conversations with her ..]

THIS.

i really like your choice of words, amazing!

I'm new on here, so it would be an honour if you could review some of my poems!

[Lydia Shutter]

You are a night owl. We all have internal clocks. Well written. Lydi**

[MysteriousAries]

Nice poem... What's with the night really, Might be because our wishes came true right there within a our dreams... Or we can cry freely while laying our head to the shoulder of the moon... One thing I know, we have the same blood type...

[Chris]

There is magyk in the eves...
and dreams come to life.