The moon and I talk often
On lonely nights when I can't feel the resonance
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Stirring Jealousy
The moon and I talk often
On lonely nights when I can't feel the resonance
I once bore
She tells me that sometimes she thinks you're the devil with many realms on your back
And a charm that makes even her want to burn brighter
'You're not the sun' I tell her
'Maybe if I tried'
She shifts, glinting as she looks away
I don't like her thinking of you the way I do
So instead, I told her you fell like the stars
A bright form crashing
Until you emerged from the flames as a man who walked across the world
Barefoot with my heart next to yours