The moons smiles,
The sky looks up and blues,
The clouds tear up at the beauty.
You were the moon, you caused the tides.
The ocean let you pull itself.
It was a beautiful symphony, it loved.
The ocean could never reach the moon,
But atleast it could feel the moon.
It could see the moon.
It could watch the moon with the stars.
It could cry without the sky noticing.
It was free, but never alone.
But in the end, it could never be with anyone.
(Idk what I just wrote, I really don't know why I'm feeling sad for the ocean today)