If the moon could talk to me-
What would she say?
Would she whisper me secrets
She keeps from the day?
Maybe she’d love me
Maybe she would tell me to dream
Too keep me from falling
To absourb a scream
Maybe she’d be distant
Like a cold winter in spring
Maybe she’d stay
And spread her wings
Maybe I’ll never meet her
And it’s all a fake
For all in all there’s no night
Just the absence of day.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
If the moon could talk to me-
What would she say?
Would she whisper me secrets
She keeps from the day?
Maybe she’d love me
Maybe she would tell me to dream
Too keep me from falling
To absourb a scream
Maybe she’d be distant
Like a cold winter in spring
Maybe she’d stay
And spread her wings
Maybe I’ll never meet her
And it’s all a fake
For all in all there’s no night
Just the absence of day.
