someone convinced you
that you're not a human.
maybe i believe the same,
someone so beautiful
cannot be just a mere human.

maybe you are the moon,
whose eyes have learnt to
only see the darkness,
whose eyes haven't yet learnt
of the summer you carry on your spine.
maybe that's the reason why
you write sad poems and
listen to sad songs in
the darkness where you've
made yourself a home.
but tonight, i'll be your eyes
gazing at the arches and monuments
of your spine and i hope
i could let you see
how much of an artwork you are.

you just can't be a human.
maybe that someone forgot
to tell you who you really are --
a moon, whose eyes have seen darkness
and are now going to watch
the colours of your soul.

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Author's note; Some people are so beautiful that they'll make you weave poetry, even out of dust.