If I were to describe you
While I was up late talking to the moon
What would I tell him?
Would I describe your features, and the way your eyes glisten when you laugh?
Would I explain your past, and how you have endured so much pain learned the hard way?
Would I tell him what your touch does to my heart, and how your arms around me pick up my broken pieces?
Would I pour out everything I feel when I can’t decide if I’m on your mind or if I’m just overthinking?
No
I think if I were to describe you
While I was talking to the moon
I would say,
Hey,
He’s a lot like you, moon.
He looks so close, but you can never quite reach him.
He shines, but only as a reflection.
He spends most of his time swallowed in his darkness.
But the most realistic way I could describe you to the moon,
Is by telling the moon
He’s so much like you
That when I can’t talk to him I talk to you.
