He's the sun, I am but a dew
A dew falling early morning, falling to the leaves, to the Earth, disappearing without a clue.

He's the moon, I am but the dark side of it.
The side that was not even noticed, not even opened, the side that was not even lit.

He's funny, I'm not.
I'm boring, he's not.
He's her someone, I'm not.
She's my someone, I'm hers? Probably not.

What would it feel like when we both like each other?
What would it feel like if we held hands and watched the sunset
And waited for the stars to show,
Waited for the moon to smile at us with its white crescent mouth.
I wonder.

What would it feel like holding you close,
Looking at your eyes, staring as if I saw you for the first time
But this time, you're not looking me as a weird guy.
What would it feel like when we have our first kiss,
Closed eyes, open hearts
Tears flowing, smiles spreading
On our lips that met like I never thought would meet
I wonder.

What would it feel like if we didn't stay as friends?
I wonder.