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.