Speaking of beauty…

When

you cry,

I am as sad

as your

desolate eyes-

As vulnerable

as them,

As showy as

those tears-

unforgiving like you.

When

you cry,

I am helpless.

I could not lend you my

Blanket,

I could not give you my stars

I could not permit the moon to shine

I could not color the surroundings red

The Truth is,

I would have wanted

to be

your

Star,

your

Moon,

Your

Happiness-

If you’ve only searched for me-

But no,

You’ve wandered

somewhereelse-

Endlessly walking-

searching for

his planet.