Unlucky She Is

The moon is lovely and beautiful... drawing myself to the negative side, how unlucky the moon is.

I'm 

lucky for

I'm not the moon

Shining in the night 

And leaving too

Soon

 For

The adoring

    Eyes are

         Asleep when she's

          Ready to come

               And she 

                  Never saw the

                        Dear 

                           And lively sun

Author's Note

Don't know if the poem made any sense. It's just my sad view of the moon...
and I experimented to make it look like a moon reflecting on the waters, not sure if I succeeded. Reviews??