You are the moon.
Always so quiet, simmering in your own mysteriously awkward aura.
Every step you take sending you into a revolution
that no one else can break through.
A barrier of sorts.
There's a light to you, though.
My thoughts stuck in you all day,
but when night rears its eerie head everything else dissolves into you.
Hell, your eyes make goddamn galaxies jealous
because of how much more there is to explore in them than in space itself.
Somehow you always manage to catch my eye
You have such an uncharacteristic and unconventional beauty
that only an insomniac like myself would be able to see it and appreciate it fully.
You are the moon.
I am the sun.
And forever you'll be just out of my reach.
