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Sitting on a creamy cheesy moon,
I'm watching you.
I rest my white creamy soft hands upon the moon,
to watch how you treat others.
I hold on for dear life
as you bash others, turn them away, push them away,
and isolate yourself.
I hear you say
many things you don't really think or feel
because you're insecure and scared.
It leaves you feeling alone and lost,
but you created this by being so defensive.
I smell the lotion you use, perfume you spray,
and the candles you burn
to soften and lighten things up.
That burning, though, is you burning your soul
out of anger, rage, hurt, hopelessness to rid
yourself of your bottled up bad feelings.
I feel you shaking as you reach up and out to me.
I hear your innermost thoughts, feelings, confessions,
worries, concerns, and everything that makes you
who and what you are.
Just because you can't hear or feel or touch or smell
my presence, doesn't mean I'm not here
because I am with you everyday
in your heart and guiding your soul.
I'm doing more than just watching you.