Moon Poem by Alejandro Torres

I can tell
You would rather not see
The things that never had the chance
To be
Much like the roses I picked for you
Would I had left them alone
They’d be a bush of thorns
But I took them away
Like you swept me off my feet
With insincere sincerities
A rouse
A game
A show you put on
For only a privileged few to see
But you always had a hidden agenda
The way the Gods
Had hidden affairs with mortals like us
Foolish children
With folly intentions of greatness
And you were their Queen
But her majesty
Would have silenced this jester
Who intended to give her the moon
Simply because
It came out to shine
For you