I am a moth.
Constantly searching for the moonlight,
following intuition,
following heart.

So unaware of my dangerous actions,
yet...
so vulnerable.
Swept up in my own wants and dreams
that I lose track of the harsh reality.
I am a moth.

But how can I be homesick if I've never felt home?

I am a wolf.
You are the moon,
my moon.

I climb the highest mountains,
just to see you.
Continuous cries of love,
with nothing in return.

Sailing so high above the clouds,
you must forget what its like,
to be a wolf,
to be so low.

Our love will never be.
Destined for failure,
you can never be mine,
Luna Boy.

Yet I will always return
to you.
Even when you leave me alone,
howling in the darkness of my mind.