In the dark skin of the night, enveloped with wonders of admiration: the star lit sky and reflection of my soul laying bare before my eyes. 

I do wonder sometimes if all I do is admire that which pleases my heart.  Is it courage I need or a bit of blemish. 

Maybe both alike, maybe none. 

All I know is whatever it is that happens, I can’t be appreciated. 

Why can’t I be appreciated? 

Ain’t I like the moon lit sky? 

Dark on the outside with a glamour of brightness reflected from the admirations of gentle souls

You can’t deal without me yet you yearn for another’s love   

I give you all the attention but that other’s name lights your spirit than I could ever do What is it we have exactly.

 I get confused sometimes, is it pity I ask myself.
 What we have is already something that is unique to me, new in fact. 
And apparently I’ve fallen too deep into the pit we’ve dug and now it looks like you look at me from above with laughter and scorn 

This is how I feel. I don’t want you to do anything about it cos it wouldn’t matter 
What is this, I ask myself 
What are we about?