The moon

I found that sometimes
Half glass is good enough
Whether it's full or empty
Things does not always neceserally be wholly to make everything feels nice

Like the perfect half moon tonight
It reminds me so much of your grinny smile
The smile you made whenever you're about to lie
Yet it was
My favorite smile

Or the cresent moon on the other night
Just like sylvia plath
It reminds me so much
Of the bloody smile from my red lipstick stain i left on my beer can