I prefer the sun
You're the sun to me.
Things I'd never say.
Not because they are cliché
Nor overused
But you're my moon.
You're the moon to me.
You bring light in the dark,
Shining bright,
Showing a solution to every problem.
You're the moon to me,
And even if I can't see you,
On new moon,
If your light isn't shining
And the sky drenched in darkness,
I know you're there.
Watching me, waiting for better times.
You're the moon to me.
The only source of hope in winter
And long awaited in summer while temperatures descend.
You're my moon.
When everyone just mentions the sun,
Shining bright,
You stay quiet and smile,
Knowing they will destroy themselves with pride,
While you're the one that saves my life.
