Moon

I look up to those beautiful eyes gleaming towards me,

Those are the eyes that carry the dreams to be,

be a bird flying high in the skies, and free...

if you ask me, he is that bird already, but he won't believe me

For those eyes thirst for more as the days sweep,

Those gray eyes look back at me,

Who says gray is dull?

His eyes shine brighter than one you will ever see

but not even they know who they meet, for i am mere dust in the world he looks at- with such a gleam

Having no idea that he is the one I want to be

A bird thirsting for more, knowing exactly where to be,

Yes, he is the one i want to be...

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