Inspired by a Tumblr post

If you ask about her lover

She'll tell you he's the moon

One night he sits there pretty

The next he can't be found

She feels his heart is waning

And now he drags her down

So now while he is spinning

Always turning 'round

He shuts her out so eas'ly

She falls down to the ground

And still on nights he spins right 'round

She searches all around

A shooting star

That can't go far

Trapped in his orbit, spinning 'round

-k.s.

***written in like five minutes during my geometry class so sorry if it's shit