I think the sun was made to say good morning. The wind was made to brush my hair. In think the moon was meant to ask me questions.
"Do you love me?"
"The sky wouldn't be the same without you."
I think I broke the moons heart.
I think I let it down.
I think I couldn't stand the mystery so all I could do was turn it off.
I don't think it was worth it.
I regret not saying I love you. The tides have retreated. The sky isn't as bright. I think the moon's hiding from me. I can only see half of his face.
How have I even scared the moon off?
