Nights like this,
I talk to the stars,
Discussing my life,
And unrequited love.

Nights like this,
I cuddle my pillow,
Pretending its the boy
That I hope to find.

Nights like this,
I crave the summer,
And an apartment,
Hidden in an urban garden.

Nights like this,
I sob endlessly,
Mourning lost things
I  never intended to lose.

Nights like this,
Well, they oft occur
As I am a girl of the moon,
Ruled by her ever changing cycles.