"it's dark now.
i know a storm's coming, i can feel it,
but i still want to see the moon tonight.
i miss her." she spoke out into the darkness.
"i missed you" i say, but i know they cant hear me.
"look at the moon," she spoke softly
and all their heads turned to me,
they whistled, hollered, and cheered,
exclaiming their desire to match my beauty.
the girl spoke again,
softer this time, almost a whisper,
"look at her glow, her luminescent charm,"
i always feel the love they send to me,
i wish they knew i love them too.
the moon is cool and pretty.