we are water and oil, old friend
you move freely, untempered by those who try and control you
I make things unstable, make others see warped forms of themselves
stuck in the same ***, but never mixed together, no matter how hard we tried
when the heat is on, you're the first to boil yet i try to control your splash
we're no longer in the same ***, and while i'm glad you've finally left, i wish to spend one more day with you

I confess to you and only you, lady moon highest in the sky, to take my fears and insecurities and keep them with you throughout your path in the night sky. For when Daybreak comes, those fears I hold close to me will be protected from the burning light of the sun. For when Daybreak comes, the secrets I've shared with you will be shielded and safe under the dim light of your moonbeams. For when Daybreak comes, Nobody but you and I will know of the secrets I've kept with you.

Perhaps we've passed each other, while walking down the street
Or perhaps stood in line, one behind the other, paying for our groceries.
Maybe we've seen each other, at that one restaurant we both love.
While these are all uncertain, there is one thing I know.
You're out there, somewhere.
Waiting for you and I, as well as I and you, to finally meet.
And maybe, then we can finally be together.