the moon is my companion for it keeps all of the secrets that ive never told we both share a tragic truth; a love that cannot be
the moon, like i, is in love. every night the moon stays up thinking, instead of dreaming, of a girl who is miles away from his heart. and when the moon finally falls asleep, his love shows her face.
i, like the moon, am in love. every day i dream of a lover that is not real. a person who comes to life behind my eyes. i want to touch this love, but every time i open my eyes my made up love disappears
the moon and the sun will never be the union of their love only happens once every hundred years i will never have my love, because he is my daydream our union will only happen behind my eyes.