She's a pale shade of yellow,
A ray of golden light,
Shining through leaves,
In the summer.
She's the sun.
She's music and joy.
I'm a dull blue,
The shadow forever behind her.
I'm the bleak mid winter,
The ashes after the fires died.
I'm the moon.
When I'm with her,
She lights up my world,
And I make waves in her sea.
I'd gladly watch her from a distance,
If someone else would make her happy.
But I'll do everything I can,
To be her moon.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC
She's a pale shade of yellow,
A ray of golden light,
Shining through leaves,
In the summer.
She's the sun.
She's music and joy.
I'm a dull blue,
The shadow forever behind her.
I'm the bleak mid winter,
The ashes after the fires died.
I'm the moon.
When I'm with her,
She lights up my world,
And I make waves in her sea.
I'd gladly watch her from a distance,
If someone else would make her happy.
But I'll do everything I can,
To be her moon.
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