If I had the moon, I'd give you the stars.
An option, I think not.
I love who you are.

The endless, the empty,
The long nights, no sleep.
What I sowed, did I reap?

I'd tell you it's simple, it's never that hard
It becomes what you make it
You hold every card.

Sometimes it was your voice, sometimes the eyes.
Or how pretty you are smiling.
You were never boring.

I can't write this anymore..