She was his moon,
He always thought as a kid,
That moon chased the car.
But she never chased him.
She was his moon,
She had flaws,
But he only saw her beauty.
She was his moon,
That he couldn't touch,
But only see.
She was his moon,
Even in his darkest nights,
She was his light.
She was his moon,
There were millions of stars in the sky,
But she was more beautiful.
She was his moon,
For him,
She wasn't round and pale,
But she was more of magic and dream.
She was his moon,
But too far,
For him to reach.
She was his moon,
He always thought as a kid,
That moon chased the car.
But she never chased him.
~sg
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Thinker
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