the moon’s like me,
half okay on its own,
but when it finds its other light,
its other half,
it glows different.
softer, braver,
like it finally remembers
who it was shining for all along.
the moon’s like me,
half okay on its own,
but when it finds its other light,
its other half,
it glows different.
softer, braver,
like it finally remembers
who it was shining for all along.