and every night when you steal seconds to glance at the moon, I hope you slip into hours, days of being reminded of me, running through your bones, moving like the stars, that maybe I was not made to be the sun, because, perhaps, you are, and all I did was reflect to show you, that the moon was never second best, just a reminder of you, when you shone somewhere else.
i am the moon | shevaun stonem
the reason why some of us resonate more with the moon than the sun :)