Meowscharm
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I wonder if the moon ever aches for the sun,
knowing they'll share a sky but never totouch.
Sometimes I think that's what loving
you is —
being close enough to dream,
but never knowing if I'm someone you'd choose.
Perhaps the moon watches every
sunrise,
pretending it doesn't wait for the light.
Perhaps I do the same with you,
finding excuses to look your way,
making homes out of moments
you probably forgot by night.
And isn't that the cruelest thing
about hope?
It asks so little to keep you believing—
a glance, a smile, a few kind words,
and suddenly you're building forever
with someone who never
promised to stay.
I don't know if the moon resents the sun
I only know that if I were the moon,
I'd still light up the night you
walked beneath,
even if you never once looked up.
~directed by the late night feelings that never meant to be felt real <3
knowing they'll share a sky but never totouch.
Sometimes I think that's what loving
you is —
being close enough to dream,
but never knowing if I'm someone you'd choose.
Perhaps the moon watches every
sunrise,
pretending it doesn't wait for the light.
Perhaps I do the same with you,
finding excuses to look your way,
making homes out of moments
you probably forgot by night.
And isn't that the cruelest thing
about hope?
It asks so little to keep you believing—
a glance, a smile, a few kind words,
and suddenly you're building forever
with someone who never
promised to stay.
I don't know if the moon resents the sun
I only know that if I were the moon,
I'd still light up the night you
walked beneath,
even if you never once looked up.
~directed by the late night feelings that never meant to be felt real <3




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