The selfish act of idolization
Relates to the evanescent, bright moon.
Autonomous sense of adoration
The beholder of beauty will have soon.
Crevices on the celestial body
Mimic my carved horizontal lines.
The moons flashing incandesce so cocky;
So confident in this shape that is mine.
Despite how beautiful light can be,
A darkness always oververpowers it.
When a blindfold locks and there is no key,
Envisioned defects make me want to quit.
Your alluring desirability
Brings nothing, but pure serendipity.