If the moon loved me,
He would be jealous of you;
And would keep you wanting,
Until you proved to be true.
If the moon loved me,
He would let me dream;
He would fling the tides,
And let them scream.
If the moon loved me,
I’d rule every night,
Fly with the dark,
Away from the light.
If the moon loved me,
I’d learn how to cope,
With shadows and fear,
With death and with hope.
I am not the sun
Nor am I the moon
Perhaps
I can just be a lighthouse
On some storm tossed shore
Guiding a seeking ship
Into safe haven.
You tell me I can trust you
but save your breath,
because the two things I can trust now
are belief in myself and death.
The days fly by,
Like seasons do;
I’m forgotten;
But alive, too.
Few days are good;
Most still are bad;
Some hours bring smiles;
Most keep me sad.
As the days go,
I let them, one
By one, and blur
The moon and the sun.
I put on smiles,
As night takes day;
And like the night,
They do not stay.
So I live them,
Like pills and sleep,
Like dreams I dream;
But cannot keep.
Hearts Still Care 
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