You are the moon and she is the sun, but I’m just a simple star. The type astrologist’s look at and don’t even recognize who they are.
All day she shines for you, all night you beg to see her shining through the darkness, while I sit here burning beside you.
It’s a love triangle and there’s a reason they call it so. Because the two points at the bottom, well they look at each other and just know.
The moon craves the sun and the sun craves the moon. Like the sea craves the sand and the sand craves the sea. While star fish and stars are tossed aside so easily.
The point at the top may be funny or kind, but she’ll never be what the moon has in mind.
All day the sun cries out, she cries out for the moon. All night the moon wishes for the sun, he wishes on the star. So slowly the star burns out as she tries to make his wishes true. He wishes for the sun to be near, for her brightness to appear. For her beauty to be close, that he may see her instead of pining for her ghost.
He says “you know I love you, but I also love her too and when I look at her I realize I need more than only you.”
It’s a love triangle and there’s a reason they call it so. Because the two points at the bottom, well they look at each other and just know.