Every day when the sun comes out, I see your face in the clouds.
I reach out to touch you, but suddenly, you disappear, gone with the wind.
Every time the moon comes out, I see your face in the stars.
My heart aches, missing you, but part of me knows it's for the best.
Your words won't be able to impale my heart, your eyes won't be able to see through my soul.
You won't be able to see who I really am. A monster.
