My nights 

My nights were so sad, for I was alone,
Feeling like a bird, who had never flown,
No stars, no moon, just tears on my pillow,
No crickets, no owl, just a weeping willow,
The stars were gone, because I didn't show how I feel,
My nights were so silent, my nights were so still,
To get the crickets, the serpeant showed an easy way,
The crickets were there, but never heard what I had to say,
Then an owl arrived, one dark, lonely night,
From that day forth, it never left my sight,
It was wise, for it knew almost every single thing,
It could contact the stars, for it knew the melody to sing,
Stars came on different days, which brightened my night,
I needed them, for they helped make my life more right,
I needed the moon, though, for my nights were still so dull,
I had experienced quarters and halves, but never a full,
After a while, I had a full I truly did love,
It was always there for me, shining brightly above,
I never showed my appreciation, and the full moon went away,
I realized I missed it, but yet it refused to stay,
I eventually got to see some of the stars, within a few feet,
I got to touch them, yet my night would never be complete,
For I longed for the return of my beloved full moon, 
It was my everything, so I prayed for it to return soon,
I stopped the easy way, and the crickets were then gone,
Yet, I needed the full moon to reunite our bond,
For without the full moon, the nights were still so sad,
I had mistreated the full moon, and it made me feel so bad,
My nights were so cold, for I needed the heat,
From the full moon, to make my lonely nights complete,
I tried poems, and I tried begging, but it would never,
Be with me again, and nights would be miserable forever.